We wondered how James ended up in San Francisco.
Turns out his older brother Kevin had something to do with it. Enjoy!
“Another whiskey, laddy?”
Around him, the atmosphere of the bar muttered, clinked, and scraped as the afternoon crowd went about its business. At the back, around the bend of the long mahogany bar, Jimmy Cavanaugh stared morosely at the few remaining drops of amber in his whiskey glass.
Looking up at the man behind the bar, he shrugged. “Yeah. I guess.”