Crayfish and Dimple Haig
Many, many moons ago, when my wife and I were still young and the seeds of potential lay as yet unsheathed in our loins, we were teetotallers. Not teetotallers exactly, not in the strict definition of the word. God knows we painted the ceiling of Time Square Cafe' pink with the spray of several bottle's of J. C. Le Roux. Prior to lifting David Duev, the proprietor, over the bar counter in a single move to urgently embrace him and demonstrate...