Jeff Burkhart: The recipe for a good time at a bar

Jeff Burkhart (Photo by Lou Lesko)

I passed through the front sidewalk patio and breezed up to the little bar. I removed my jacket and spread it over my seat, plopping down.

“Hey, Tommy,” I said, settling in.

“What’s up?” asked Tommy ebulliently, shaking a cocktail.

“You know, living the dream,” I said.

And sometimes that dream includes nothing more than a warm place to sit and a cold drink to sit there with.

Three minutes later, both of those simple wishes had been fulfilled.