A friend of mine almost died and was saved by his arch enemy.

My friend, I’ll call him Keith, came from an immigrant family. He was born here but his parents came from the former Yugoslavia. His parents opened a restaurant and made it their life’s work. They did well enough to give each kid a restaurant when they retired- they’d spread to three locations.

I thought Keith’s restaurant had a good location. It jutted out into the lake on a narrow spit of land by a very popular beach. It’s a summer holiday place- beautiful lake, swimming, sailing, sometimes even surfing.

But Keith always had a struggle making ends meet. He tried all sorts of things- new menus, new decor- that’s how I met him. I was working for a company doing some work on the building. It really was a beautiful location- lots of windows with gorgeous lake views. I have to admit I never ate there, but their food was probably just fine.

Keith believed...