One night in 1984 I showed up at a woman’s apartment in Miami with a bottle of tequila and a Frank Sinatra album.
Since the death of my wife, I spend my nights drinking gin and watching old movies. In other words, I live in a fantasy world of make-believe and mayhem, depending on the movie.
Guest Post by Robyn Elliott. Tonight Bill was anxious to drift off to sleep so he could be with Susan in his dreams. He didn’t bother to put away the gin bottle which was on the bedside table.