We were together in a parking garage in the old Grand Avenue Mall in MKE. He was wearing a light gray suit and carried a traditional briefcase. In that reality you relied on other people's cars. We waited until a car with three older women pulled into a spot - I think one was a nun, but not wearing a habit - and Chad asked them for the car. They were willing but hesitant. I said we'd show them our ID, and once we presented bar cards they happily gave him the keys. They were there for a food tasting and asked for the directions to the glass elevators. I said I didn't know where the glass ones were but pointed to a bank of elevators nearby and they thanked us and left.
Then Chad and I were waking through the mall and passed a sports memorabilia store that had, in their window, a sign saying "Harry Hopper" next to a basketball. I said he must have been an old Bucks player and Chad, very contemptuously, said "He played for the Bucks LAST year."
That's all I remember.
