Following a summertime tradition, last night after dinner Bill and I went for ice cream to our local Carvel. As we were sitting outside, all of a sudden I noticed that we were both quiet. Now, the two girls sitting on the bench next to us were not quiet at all but we were doing that thing – you know, admit it, you do it too.

Our ice cream eating experience reminded me of our first date. We had dinner at Lenny’s Clam Bar on Montague Street in Brooklyn Heights. Dinner was great (I never finished a meal back in those days. Some things really have changed). Conversation was flowing along with some wine. But then, all of a sudden I noticed that we were both quiet. But the couple at the table sitting next to us was not quiet at all. There we were with no choice at all but to observe what was transpiring around us.

Will you admit it? Have you ever found yourself listening to the next table?