Watching Steve serving at the Bar. He smiles with inquisitive eyes of ‘What can I serve you tonight’.
`Pour that Wyatt*, my man. Will that go well with the stripped bass?'
But first, tell me, how many love stories, sob stories, heartaches, smiles, drunks, tips, stinginess did you witness tonight?
Randy takes over as Steve goes out for a smoke. The regulars are holding court around Norma and her multiple martinis. Then come the two elderly gentlemen who meet here so often they finish each other’s sentences. They give me a nod and start dispersing but not before discussing the latest scores.
The mood winds down. The after opera clients saché in. The lights are low; the multicolour candles are swaying.
After some glasses to warm the heart against the wind chill factor, the patrons leave to hail their cabs to the four corners of the city.
It’s dawn.
- California Cabernet-Sauvignon 1/31/07
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I WROTE WHITE
By Lola Koundakjian
I wore white at Hrant Dink’s memorial Because love is everlasting Hope is immemorial And thoughts reverberate eternally
March 5, 2007