Nov 10, 2021
2 min read
Wondering
A long-ago missed chance.
2019 © Brad Foster
On a frigid night long ago, I sat in a tavern packed with fans shouting toward a bright television. I cared not for the game — heresy around here! I’d come for their famous hamburger and a glass of red wine.
When I next looked up, a beautiful young woman stood by my table. “Isn’t it sad to drink alone?”
