We had just sat down for a drink at Hump, a popular Bay Street bar. George started the conversation with a seemingly simple statement.
Nothing produces more happiness than a good tavern.
Bill, you should have told me how difficult it would be. Here Bill Murphy pushed triumphantly back in his chair and grinned, the picture of a contented man. I couldn't do that job any more for any amount of money. I've got time with my family, time for raising money for charity, time to just smell the flowers. John resumed his litany of woe.