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My old boss once told me,Ann Arbor is a little town, somewhere in the midwest, bordered on all sides by reality.He’s right. And I love it.

We have said … well, we have said what we have said about this being a difficult world, a hard place, and demanding and uncomfortable, a place to which we may respond in the end in holiness or in misery.

But it is a times compelling to pause, and to note that the sun is shining on a world in which a man may walk down the streets of a city he loves, to a place he has friends, where he works and is happy.

And if, on his walk to work, he rounds a corner to hear from a radio on a momentarily abandoned porch a song he once loved and had forgotten, and he pauses, and takes two or three steps onto the brightness of a stranger’s lawn, so much the better.

I’ve been going here since January of ‘99. I’ve worked for the Deli since November of ‘03. It has been more of a home to me than any other place I’ve been in a very long time, and I shall miss it dearly when I leave for law school this August.