I found myself at the Lakeview Restaurant with my very close friend Jeani onthis Saturday. We scoped out apartments for the better part of the morning inthe Ford Escort owned by our liaison at the apartment finding service. Therewas a block of about 2 hours available to us before the searching resumed. Weate at this diner, which was a real diner in every sense, including thebathroom. I couldn't help but take a picture - this one accurately capturesall of the emotions that were running through me at the time, plus theconcern, "Gosh, I hope the towels were clean."