Yesterday I had lunch at Whole Foods.  It was the first time I have been in a Whole Foods since I left LA.  Whole Foods was my store in LA.  I would wander it’s big aisles, the 400-plus cheese department, the three different varieties of free-range chicken (Rocky, Rocky Jr., and Rosie!), the multiplicity of salads, of dressings, of breads, of beautiful organic vegetables, of food food glorious food–and I would feel happy, positive even, in an all’s right with the world sort of way.