Gazebos and Vermouth Part 3
Thinking that Max was the bronze Max, my quest took a hit. I don’t really know what I was expecting, after all we were strangers. If it hadn’t have been for the olive we would have passed in the aisle. She slid a piece of writing paper over to me on the counter top and started talking to a newly arrived couple carrying overnight bags. I put the piece of paper in my pocket and went into the lobby entrance to the Beachside Lounge. Being a frequent watering oasis the bartender, Frank, fixed me my...