October 2011: Sign of Hope
Reprinted from Grapevine Magazine, May 1985
Many years ago, I lived in Buenos Aires, Argentina, where I was a very active drinker. On my daily way to a social club where I met my drinking buddies, I used to ride to the Constitution subway station. Our club was very well known to the neighbors and especially to the local police precinct, because of our drinking, shouting, and brawls.
I left Buenos Aires a long time ago. During a recent business trip to that city, I happened to be close to the same social club, with its terrific memories, and I decided to visit this place and see if it was still as appealing as it used to...