“Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm.” – Cyrus
They met Jane at the address, a famous Boston Tavern called the Green Dragon. They"d walked, leaving the car safely in the parking garage. Who knew how the night might go? Besides fate, of course. No point paying multiple times to park all over Boston, they had agreed.
The Green Dragon was smaller than they expected, packed with people. They found Crazy Jane in the back of the tavern, taking a shot. A half full beer glass in her other hand. She was sitting with a man about their age, maybe a little older. He was bearded, and had a scraggly appearance; torn jeans which did not just look factory aged, glasses, and a genuinely dirty ball cap. Instead of the big Red "B" to signify the Boston Red Socks, it had a picture of two red carto
