Brad pulled up to a restaurant called The Warehouse that was located at one of the marinas. It overlooked stately yachts and large sailboats. The maître d’ sat us at a table next to the window where we could watch the boats coming in from the ocean. “Ever been to Catalina?” Brad asked me. “Sure. A couple of times with friends. It’s a great place for beach bonfires and cookouts.” “I’d like to buy a boat once I get settled. Catalina is one of the places on my to-do list to visit.” “I didn’t peg you as a boating person.” “I owned a boat when I lived in Alabama. I didn’t get to use it much, but when I did, I took my friends water skiing on a nearby lake.” The waiter came by to take our drink order and tell us about the nightly specials. I realized that I was ravenous – I hadn’t eaten much at the luncheon. “How did you find this place?” “A friend of mine brought me here on my first night in town.” “You’ve already made friends?” “Another doctor I know from med school moved here several years ago…”
