I've written before about the changing of the guard from the Impastatos to the Brennans at the Napoleon House. You already know that it is the bar that I love most in the world, and it always will be.
On a recent visit, Sal told me that he'd found a photo from the days when I was part of a gang that was there every Friday night after work. He wasn't sure if he could locate it again, but took my phone number and promised to call me when he did and maybe I could share it with the rest of the gang. That phone call came last week and I went in to scoop up the photo you see above.
There we all were at the same table where you could find us just about every Friday evening. We had our own waiters, our own table, everyone knew what we drank and ate, and yes...everyone knew our names! As you can see, we were treated as royalty. (If you look really hard you should be able to find me in there.)
This photo was taken long before the storm. All of our lives have changed tremendously since then. There are those who've crossed over to the other side, those that have moved out of town, and some of us who have just moved on.
I've been given a mission by Sal. We shall see if I'm up to the task.