Drawn and quartered
K called yesterday and left a rambling message about how good he is doing in God’s country up there in Michigan and blah blah blah. Naturally, I didn’t return the call. Last night N and the Snake and I went to Clancy’s for dinner, but stopped first at Monkey Hill for a Wild Turkey on the rocks – for the good old days. At Clancy’s the guy didn’t have my reservation but they sat us…