Chicago Handshake

A young woman came up and asked for a Chicago Handshake and I didn’t know what that was. She acted surprised, then said it was an Old Style and a shot of Malört. I did my best not to make a face and went off to get it. When I came back she admitted thatContinue reading “Chicago Handshake”

Catfight

I don’t understand cats. In fact, I often find them kind of unnerving. They are like invaders in your home. They stroll about like they own the place and nap through the days, then run up and down the hallways like maniacs all night. The way they look at (or through) you is disconcerting. IContinue reading “Catfight”