Stanley had a spring in his step as he entered the mess hall. He was also sporting a smile as well as loose straight leg purple slacks with a matching pullover top which do to Stanley’s frame fit equally loose. He also sported a pair of bright orange deck shoes. He looked exceptionally relaxed as he approached the replicator. He somehow managed to talk the replicator into making him a nice plate of Chicken Marsala with mushrooms. A glass of Pinot Noir and he could be in heaven. Unfortunately, though all he could manage was a glass of replicated goat’s milk.

Nonetheless as he whistled a song to himself, he sat down at an empty table with a daydream of being in a small sidewalk restaurant perhaps somewhere a bit warm like Naples perhaps. Or maybe the Netherlands Antilles?

Dr. Stanley Wong