Kidnapped?

We weren't the only ones who thought that we'd go to "Michael's" for breakfast, Sunday morning, only to be faced with a "Closed: Sorry for the inconvenience!" sign. Our first thought was that the Saturday night costume party had been too hearty a party, but - we learned yesterday - that wasn't the reason.

It turns out that Chef Michael was celebrating his birthday on Sunday and that he had been kidnapped; "taken away!" by his friends!

A belated - but hearty -

Happy Birthday, Michael!

(And if you're wondering just how old this restaurateur might be -- he turned 32!)

Also: Jean B. Davis "chimed in" - sorry about that! - with another recollection of Gerald Coggeshall and the bells: she learned to play them at the same time that I did and thinks that somewhere, in someone's "archives," are some photographs of us looking like thoroughly "demented but determined women!"

(Nothing's changed, has it? I'm just not sure that I'd want to see the pictures!)