Her bike gets stolen, so we eat sushi

Tonight, Margie and I were planning to eat cottage cheese, corn on the cob and some sliced avocado. Then Lisa showed up and she was feeling a little down. Someone had snipped the chain on her bicycle right in front of their apartment and had stolen it. We decided to take her out to dinner. Lisa loves sushi. Two or three years ago, Sakura Sushi opened here in Wasilla and Margie and I went to try it out. It was superb, some of the best sushi I had ever eaten. I have always wanted to go back, but it was pretty pricey, so we never did. But, when your daughter has had her bike stolen and you have just recently received a check, then you take her to Sakura Sushi.

As we entered, I saw a blond-haired Japanese man standing near the aquarium, filled with parrot fish like the one I have who is 13 years old. I recognized him right away as our chef from two or three years ago. He was kind enough to pose for a picture. It was the type of scene you want to work a bit because there were some interesting elements and very challenging lighting, but he didn't speak much English, he had sushi to prepare and so I quickly shot a couple of frames, let him go back to work and I sat down with Margie and Lisa.

Our waitress at Sakura Sushi.

It was tasty, of course, but a little bit less excellent than it was two or three years ago. Still, if I ever get to be a millionaire, I will come here at least once or even twice a month, maybe three times. Lisa is on her way home now and I must get back to work.