At three in the afternoon, I was starving. This was around the time I ate, usually, so I saved the document I was working on and headed to the lobby. The café in the building was closed on the weekends, but there were any number of restaurants and fast food places nearby that were open. The Quiznos a few blocks down and around the corner was one of my favorites.
As little time as I spent outdoors, I still appreciated the history of the city in which I lived. It was evident in the architecture, and some of the buildings were very old. It was something over which my father and I had bonded. He would sometimes do photoshoots for the city, and when I wasn’t in school—and a couple of times when I should have been—he let me tag along and would tell me the history, who built what and why it was
