von: guess where they put me up at!
me: where?
von: the sheraton commander!

explanatory:
sheraton commander: 16 garden street.
minz's apartment: 29 garden st.

so von arrives in cambridge and comes over with two veggie planet pizzas (cauliflower mushroom garlic, squash-caramelised-onion-goat-cheese) and is kind to my fallen-apart cake and we have the remains of my soggy strawberries in milk and powdered sugar, just like your mothers always gave you as a treat.

and now he has gone back to the sheraton commander to think up devious questions for browbeating google prospectives. ask them about milton, i suggested, pointing to my lewalski, but he sweeps out trailing great contempt to ask people about the number of cats in america, and the relationship between oil prices and left turn signs. tant pis.