Another Mike story . . .
So there we were, both of us having recently moved to Minneapolis, on our way to Shinon's in St. Paul, to meet Felicia and a bunch of other folks for a sushi happy hour. 

If you're not a Minnesotan, you probably don't know about St. Paul:  it's a nice place to live, but you wouldn't want to visit there.  I avoid it, not only because of my well-known bad sense of direction, which amazes even me  -- there was the time, sometime later, when I was, in fact, turning right at the time, I understood why Pamela Dean was shouting, "No, go right, right, right."  If I was supposed to go right, seven gets you two I was going left; she was just playing the odds.

And St. Paul?  Hell.  It's haunted, that's what it is; and there's some magic involved -- unless you're native-born, it's impossible to navigate there until you sign a lease or take out a mortgage.  And not just magic -- half a dozen different streets named Como, some of them interrupted in three or more places.  You wouldn't be surprised if Victor Raymond lived off a street named Raymond, or, hell, if he lived on the corner of Victor and Raymond.   Places like the corner of Sixth and Old Seventh, which is to be distinguished between the corner of Old Sixth and Seventh, and, of course, that's a completely different form Old Sixth and Old Seventh...

So we were probably doomed from the start.  I don't think I'd been to Shinon's more than a couple of times before, and had been driven, rather than driving.  But I figured that between the Hudson's map, the cell phone, and Mike acting as navigator, it wouldn't be a problem.  While I was waiting for Mike to come down from his aparetment, I 'd called up Shinon's, and got directions:  it was at the corner of Selby and Reston.  Mike couldn't find Reston right away on the Hudson's, but Selby was easy to find,. so we headed over the Bridge Of Death then hung a right toward Selby, and eventually found it, Mike still scrabbling from page to page in the Hudson's.

"Okay," I said, "which way do I turn?"

"I don't know.  There's no Reston street here.  Arundel, Macubin, Western, Kent, Dale, St. Albans -- no Reston."

"Well, that doesn't do us any good."

"If it's not in there, I can't find it."

We both got a little irritated with the other.  Finally, Mike took a deep breath.  "Are you sure that's what she said?"

"Yes.  Selby and Reston -- she spoke very clearly, with a nice Korean accent."

The tufted eyebrows probably went up; I was watching the road, avoiding bumping into stuff.  "Korean accent?"

"Yeah; a nice one."

"Selby, and, maybe Western?"

I think he started laughing first.  "Take a left."