The Dean came…

So, he really wasn’t the president. Dr John (not sure what his last name was), a Dean of New York University, was the man who came to the house. He and Mané came to the house in a whirl wind. I tried to make coffee for a New Yorker who likes it “black and bitter like life,” feed them empanadas and hurry them out the door to his lecture. Best of luck to you sir!