In 1980, I spent July 4th with college friend Peter Oberlink, who was then living in Hartford, CT. Peter and his wife, who was a dancer in some ballet company, had split up, and I was visiting him on weekends and taking advantage of her ticket for things, like the Goodspeed production of The Happy Time or the Long Wharf production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf. We spent the morning exploring some natiobal park with a castle before we went to New Haven for a cookout by some Indian friends of his. The husband was on the Yale faculty, and it was a wonderful meal of Indian and US food.