Those Blue Car Days
August, 1997
And now your intrepid Men columnist will focus on yet another subject we are not supposed to talk about. But don't tell me that you haven't thought about it, compadre, because I know that you have.Cut to a Sunday morning in Chicago a few years ago as Strawberry and I walk into our favorite coffee shop. I order hashbrowns, ham and half a honeydew melon. She orders a Diet Coke with maraschino cherries. That is my first clue something is amiss, but I inexplicably ignore it.Sunday breakfast is one o...
