♦ When you tend a bar, you get used to routines. The bottles have a place, the brass surface has its ebb and flow—clean on Tuesday, print-covered by Thursday. You learn to read people. Some people are a Manhattan. Others are a Sloe Gin Fizz. And you know a Zombie when you see one.On Day 909, one walked into my bar.♣ When you're caught between a past you can't outrun and a future you're not sure exists, you have to go somewhere. Some...