"There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning."
So wrote Louis L'Amour, and had "America's Storyteller" ever tasted one of the cinnamon rolls at Alice's Breakfast in the Park, he might have asked afterwards, "Uhm, and where might these be sold after everything is finished?"
That's one of several questions that arose naturally Sunday morning, as proprietor Alice Gustafson and I had breakfast one last time in her restaurant.
One last time, because it was her last day in business.
And so, for a lazy couple of hours, Alice, my son, Charlie, and our friend Richard Reinbolt sat and talked, laughed and dabbed a few tears.
It was important to me that Richard join us for a couple of reasons. First, it was two years ago that he and I met because of Alice's. I'd written a couple of columns in this paper decrying the fact that the city seemed bent on evicting Alice over lease issues. Richard (a regular customer) went further, gathering 2,000 signatures on a petition and, in a memorable speech, made his case at a City Council meeting, along with Alice and many others.