My mom gave me a gift card to Mortons Steakhouse in Cincinnati when I was in my 20s. I drove to Scott Ritters place on off day from work. Scott-who died soon after-was making pb & J for lunch. I told Scott to forget the sandwich. I said I got this card & well go eat something good. We drove downtown to Mortons. We did not have cash to park downtown, so we parked for free 10 blocks away. We sat at bar because we knew the bartender. We ate a fancy lunch though we had no money. It was fun.
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 04:31:35 +0000