My late, great friends Dali and Bernard at the Boulevard Diner. Our friend Patti was there, too, on this central Massachusetts joyride which must have included some art, some shopping and, of course, lunch. The always sassy Dali, looking oddly beatific here for some reason (probably being ironic), could not pass a diner without stopping. Bernard, a self-proclaimed "schoolmarm," knew how to pose. I love the nostalgic and almost sacred light on my friends here. Among the golden memories of that day, a lily-glass dish of grapenut pudding. And one of bread pudding. Two desserts that I cannot see on a menu without ordering. Sue me.