About 1980 a couple of gay men named Ditmar and Wolfgang came to San Francisco from Munich, introduced themselves as Didi and Waggi, and established The German Oak on Market Street between Noe and Sanchez. It became a very popular restaurant owing to their hard work, the good food, the reasonable prices, the Gemütlichkeit, and the excellent wait staff – the two stars of which were Richard, a young American so fluent in German that he had a strong German accent.  His last day at the Oak ended, alas, when a couple of large men in shiny black shoes dropped by with the terrible news that according to their records he had died twenty-five years earlier at the age of two in Los Angeles.  The other star was Susie, who remained for a couple of years after Richard was hauled off.

Susie was about thirty, the daughter of German immigrants, born here and completely bilingual. She was also very pretty, absolutely charming, and totally on top of any situation that might come up.

Like that time one evening when the Health Inspector paid an unannounced visit. As soon as one of the somewhat over-indulged patrons at the bar realized who the visitor was, he bristled and stood, about to “protect” the establishment. Susie picked up on this instantly, and before anyone else could move, she swooped in and deftly distracted our would-be savior, thus preventing a scene.

I saw her do this sort of thing routinely. Her radar covered the whole restaurant, and she was never at a loss.

But then, toward the end of the restaurant’s run, she announced that she was going to be married, not to anyone we knew but rather to this mystery boyfriend named Philip no one had seen and she hadn’t even mentioned having. A couple of weeks later, she announced that they were having a simple civil ceremony at City Hall followed by a party at her house, where we could all meet Philip.

So on the happy evening Allen and I wrapped our presents and walked over to Susie’s house.

She and Philip opened the door.

” Philip!” I shrieked.

” Aarrgh!” squealed Philip.

“Well,” observed Allen to Susie, “I see your husband knows my husband.”

Susie, on the other hand, was speechless.

And OK, it wasn’t as bad as it looked because Philip and i had met a year or so earlier and done some pawing around; but while we’d fancied each other, negotiations over who was getting what broke down and we ended up not even plaining.

There are some days when you feel like you’re just rolling off the edge.

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