Wherever I Go

I’m at the cigar shop I patronize when a customer nicknamed Doc asks me a question. “Say I’m in a restaurant and the owner’s serving me.” Doc asks. “Do I tip him?’ “It depends,” I say. “On what?” “If no waiters are working but there’s busboys I’d still leave a tip.”...

Drifting Chaos

I’m standing by the bar at Roots Steakhouse in Summit, New Jersey waiting for a table. Being a gentlemen I let my date have the only available stool. I’ve already drunk two margaritas so I’m now working on a bottle of Perrier. It’s all about pacing yourself. As I...