After a short period, Maggie came out with a tray of delectable and appealing-looking food. It emanated the most heavenly aroma that a hungry man could ever hope to inhale. She placed the food on the French Bistro table, which served as the main meal table. She glanced over at Stan, who appeared to be in deep thought. She proceeded to inquire as to what he was thinking. She received the usual answer, "Oh, nothing," which was not the fact, because his mind was focusing on a cold and wintry day on the shores of Lake Michigan. Why, on such a beautiful day as this, was his mind migrating to the wall of ice piled high by the cold wintry winds that caused the surging waves to freeze into a solid wall? It presented an eerie picture of an incident he and his friends experienced on a day in times past.