“I think I’ve checked everything off my list,” Ben told me.
“Of things you’re planning to do with that place?” I asked. I assumed so, but I wanted to prolong what little conversation I had with him, knowing both he and I aren’t usually big fans of smalltalk.
Earlier in the evening he told me about the new place he wants to open up, just down the road. A new bar or club with a classy restaurant attached to it. A new place with something more than the plain ol’ bar-and-concert-venue formula like the Blue Fugue and most of the downtown locales.
“No, of things to do before I die.”
