Well, That Was Embarrassing (or, Truffles Lives!)

The Superbarista just emailed me to tell me that Truffles did not close after all. So I did what I should have done in the first place, after hearing that rumor: I called them. Nope, not closed. Nope, not closing.

Now, my former lament still rings true, though perhaps I should go back and change all my tenses and put them into the conditional (if Truffles should ever close, this is how I would feel....) But I'm terribly embarrassed that I did exactly what, as a librarian, I would never have done: I relied on a source that was inaccurate and I didn't check out the facts. If I'd been at home and I'd heard that Truffles was closing, I would've immediately gone there. But I'm in New York, and for some reason - perhaps because I don't really use the telephone anymore - I didn't think to just call and ask.

This whole thing really did illuminate one point, though: I like New York but I don't care about it so there's no reason for me to be here. I knew I felt that way but I was waffling about it. After I thought another of my beloved Cleveland institutions was on the chopping block I found myself telling Jim I wanted to go home, and I meant it.