The Red Penguin
I’ve been looking for this place for most of my life. Well, at least half of it. I started thinking about it when I turned twenty-five, you start to wonder at that quarter-century mark just what the hell you’ll be doing when you get old, when you retire. I mean you want to be where you want to be, and I wanna die happy. I’ve been lucky, I’ll turn fifty-two next month, I’m not ready to retire yet, life’s been good to me, it’s been a trip. Twenty-five years ago I was still working in...