And there we are. What shall we call it? Salmon Noelle Noel, perhaps?’ ‘Are you sure you’re not a chef?’ she said. ‘I think Herman would pro...ably give you a job.’ ‘You bring the wine,’ I said. To be fair to Noelle, she had said that the view from the table overlooking the terrace could be spectacular, not that it would be spectacular. By the time that we sat down to eat our Salmon Noelle Noel, it was snowing so heavily that we could barely see beyond the edge of the terrace. ‘So how did you end. "Would you like to invest a couple of million? Maybe we could make an honest businessman out of you yet. I know it would make Dad happy."Al shook his head slowly, remembering the countless times he'd tried to explain his choice of careers to his father. It was futile to try and make him understand, his mind was made up that Al was a deadhead. "Poor Dad. He can never understand why you and I took different paths." He sighed, his eyes shadowing against a memory he wasn't comfortable with. "You. This is what I deserve. Ok, the silence is getting out of hand.“Emma, don’t worry about it” I start to say, but the phone rings directly in my ear. Holy shit, that was loud. Looking down I see a picture of my sister next to my mother. Emma is calling me. The call dropped? My sister doesn’t hate me? I might not be living on the street?“Oh thank god, I thought you hung up on me” I say, laughing a little, after picking up the call.“Dev I am so sorry, my phone died. I forgot to charge it last. Saturday in the parkI think it was the Fourth of JulySaturday in the parkI think it was the Fourth of JulyPeople dancing, people laughingA man selling ice cream,singing Italian songs“Eh Cumpari, ci vo sunari”Can you dig it (yes, I can)And I have been waitingsuch a long timeFor Saturday(The brass section was featured)Another day in the parkYou’d think it was the Fourth of JulyAnother day in the parkYou’d think it was the Fourth of JulyPeople talking, really smilingA man playing guitarSinging for.