I haven't had a lemon drop in years." Draft Lite," Nathan said."No need to card 'em," Evan said. "How do you like the new look?" You added lights ... ... like the tile work." Our DJ's here. Do you listen to Gold-97?" I don't listen to the radio much." It's Bradley Green from the station. I gotta get him set up. Enjoy the show, folks." Thanks for the drinks," Iris called after him."I should warn you," Nathan said, "that Evan does not believe in skimping on the spirits."Barb carried a tray to their. The conversation was lively and without the kind of hesitation that often marred a first date. Each took turns learning about the history of the other. They occasionally teased each other, laughed at bad jokes, and discussed serious subjects.Bill described how it was to grow up the child of a polio victim. He mentioned the ignorance of people and how their fears had affected his life. He talked about how people treated his father as if his crippled condition was contagious. Amy scooted down the. She would comb them up anduse hair spray and numerous hairpins to attach them in place. I soon hada huge pile of hair on top of my head, but because of its length it washanging over my face so I could not see what Sasha was doing next.I realized later that she would then take sections of hair from thebunch on top of my head and with a large barrel curling iron she wouldmake huge curls and then pin them in a sculpted design on top of myhead. I soon had dozens of large curls attached by hundreds. Outed.I just sat there with this fat, dumb smile on my face.A few days later Taria told me she was coming to Boston to give a paper at some kind of history convention. She teaches history at some little college a long way from here. Being a little cautious, she didn't mention where or when--just said she was coming to Boston. Still, she knew my husband is a history professor, so she must have guessed I could find out pretty easily which meeting she was talking about. I've been to those things.