Bit Coin Saloon for old fashioned and chilly patio fire. Roll up to monsters for shuffle. 8 fathers strong. SA called in weak maybe from the big island.
Rain made us nearly all carbonites. SA sole cyclist. Even keel night of shuffleboard. Bar patron Mark watches on. SA and Gato reminisce about a Bridge over Trouble Waters. I’m sailing right behind. Vic and Swan set pace on the table. Biets by Phezzo. King … Continue readingBiets by Phezzo
12 years ago, we were the fathers of toddlers. Midweek we would tuck them in quickly, saddle up, and stretch our legs against the chainwheel press, searching for new corners, new quadrants, new haunts. In these early days, we shouted loud into deserted streets, a … Continue readingSuit Night 2018: Sicker by the (almost) Dozen