Last week Eliza and I had a lunch of decadence. We went to a local pub because I was craving a cheeseburger. We found a quiet table and after strapping Eliza into a high chair I realized we had positioned ourselves right next to one of Missoula’s infamous writers. I ordered bacon on my cheeseburger, vanilla ice cream for Eliza and sat back for an hour of eavesdropping about Missoula’s literati. I couldn’t have imagined a better way to spend an afternoon.