He smiled back at me and asked, 'Are you sure you're old enough to be in here, son?' He took a very healthy swallow then stuck out his hand and said, 'I'm Daniel.' When Paul returned with our drinks I smiled at the man and thanked him again. The man appeared pleased I ordered the same drink.
'Oh, that's very nice of you, sir, thank you,' I said with a smile then told Paul: 'I'll have what he's having.' The man ordered a brandy old-fashioned and told Paul, 'Get my little friend here whatever he wants, too.' I smiled at him, waved my hand at the bartender getting his attention and said, 'Paul, this gentleman would like a drink.' The man waited maybe three-seconds before he turned to me and asked, 'What's it take to get a drink in this place?' One of the the reasons I come to the Harrington is to meet interesting businessmen from all across the country. There were plenty of open bar stools so he'd made a conscious decision to sit directly beside me. I was sitting at the bar minding my own business at the Harrington Hotel, the one near the airport, enjoying an after work glass of draft beer when a middle-aged man sat next me.
