Life in quotation marks

I stopped by Whole Foods this morning after dropping my kids at school (the only non-carb my daughter Vivian will eat is the overpriced organic beef jerky) and ran into an old friend, Allen, on the checkout line. As often happens these days, he and I were able to jump right in to less superficial conversation than if there were no Facebook. We decided to grab a coffee upstairs in the teak-and-bamboo Zen-consumer lounge-like atmosphere that they have in every Whole Foods. Not for nothing, I...