ChoicesChapter 26 A run for my money
The Green Lantern was more of a diner than an actual coffeehouse, though their coffee was pretty good. The owner was--and is--a big comic book fan, though one might have guessed that already from the name of the place. We were introduced during some society function or other, since we were both Berkeley alumni; he was the chief PR guy for the FBI's Boston office, of all things. I was comfortably ensconced in a table by the window by the time four o'clock rolled around. A minute later, I...