May 3, 2017:
Loud at the bar. Blue blazer, gray hair slicked back, narrow eyes, thin goldrim specs. Heavy gold ring, heavy gold watch. "Oh shut the front door, brother!" Sports talk. Guys at a bar.
Mr. Business Tech, MacBook with earbuds. Multitasking his conference call with Zinfandel. No-one at the office needs to know.
My friend the bartender is late. She's been in a fender-bender, is tied up with police. Everyone laughs but me.