April 16
1516 Brewing Company
“Where did you go?”
The raspy voice was immediately recognizable. But what was Aggie Darwin doing in Vienna, I wondered? Dining alone, I had taken up a spot at the bar rather than at one of the tables around the perimeter of the room. I sat at the corner, though, not wanting my back to be turned to the front door and the all-glass side of the restaurant. The voice came from my left and behind me, from the direction of the restrooms.
“Nowhere, I guess,” I replied without looking up from my beer. Aggie sat down on the barstool beside me.
“And everywhere,” I continued. “You know me, Aggie, just a guy trying to get along in the world.”
Aggie signaled the guy behind the bar and asked for a beer.
“Been back to Tall Cedars lately?” he asked, leaning on the lac
