Well, here I am in Paradise, or what Paradise would look like if it were very expensive---but I have decided to pretend it is all Monopoly money, instead of wringing my hands when the children order meals.  The two grandsons I have brought here are 8 and 10.  I have a memory of traveling by train across the country when I was 14, and then earlier, when I was perhaps 5, to Indiana to visit my father before he went overseas.  Both times, of course, we ate in the dining car; and both times we children were ordered (well, sternly advised) to select the least expensive things on the menu. Dining car fare was very expensive!  But I realize that both trips...which should have been memorable for other reasons...remain in my memory with an image of me staring at a menu and hating the cheapest thing: Welsh Rarebit.  Omelet was the other option.