When I returned to Hotel Kilbourne from Mr Smith’s Coffeehouse, Bhavna was still asleep. She’s generally not an early riser. She always complains about missing the sunrise, and I always explain that in most parts of the world, the sun rises before 10 AM. I sat on the edge of the bed, eating my bacon, egg and cheese croissant sandwich, drinking coffee and exploring Sandusky via Google Maps. The food truck we had seen the night before at the Jackson…
