Stale-popcorn hospitality
carries me forward. When
we finish each four-dollar
we finish each four-dollar
pitcher, I refill the basket for
the table. The jukebox trades
Merle Haggard for Beyoncé. I
the table. The jukebox trades
Merle Haggard for Beyoncé. I
can’t clearly catch anything
said by the people around
said by the people around
me. I can’t make out the
lyrics. Someone is queen of
the aspirational divas. Someone
seems to have made an excellent
age-specific insight. It’s not
seems to have made an excellent
age-specific insight. It’s not
my generation. She laughs and
awaits my response. I smile, nod
awaits my response. I smile, nod
