CHAPTER NINE
Greg walked into the pub. It had just opened and was empty, which suited him fine. The smell of draft beer filled his nostrils and took him back to an earlier time. A time when he used to hang out here with friends many evenings a week, especially weekends. The old dart board still hung on the back wall. It felt like he had never left. He walked up to the bar. The bartender was bent over the sink drying up some glasses and didn’t see him at first. Finally he looked up and his face broke into a huge smile.
“Oh, my Lordy, look who’s here! If it ain’t Greg Larson all dressed up. Come here boy and let me take a look at you. Where’ve you been?”
“Hello, Len. Good to see you too. Good to be back.”
Len stuck out a huge hand that almost completely engulfed his. “Man, it’s been a lo
