I’ve mentioned before how the real places and people that the Timothy James Beck writers include in our works of fiction always seem to vanish forever. Last night Mr. Becky went to Ming’s–which Becky and I used for a scene in THE DEAL–to pick up our dinner, only to find it closed. He said there was a sign in the window. However, unlike our novel, the sign didn’t explain that Ming’s was closed for a party. Instead, it urged people to visit their Austin location. I love Ming’s wings, but I’ll be damned if I’m going all the way to Austin for them.