Tony at the Red Line Tap.
“School budgets,” I say to Tony as I grabbed the stool.
“Is that the topic of the day?”
“Yes,” I said.
Two tattooed Loyola students walked in and sat on the far end of the bar and ordered a couple of PBRs. One got up, walked over to put some noise on the juke box. I say “juke box,” but maybe they’re called something else these days.
“White Rabbit,” said Marty from behind the bar.
“What?”
“White Rabbit. That’s the name of the band.”
“How can you tell?” asks Tony.
“Because I’m not old, like you two jamokes.”
“Ouch,” I said.
I explain to Tony about the meetings
