My friend stops by to reminisce about high school.
"So!" Don said, sitting down on the sofa in my den. "How's life treating you?" "Life's good, man," I said, sitting in my desk chair and pouring us each a Johnnie Walker. I had opened a bottle of Black for the occasion. "Thanks," he said, taking the glass and leaning back. Don was in town from Montana, visiting his father. "How about you?" I asked. "How's your health?" "Ah," he...Read On