I sent the following email to my brothers and my sister this afternoon:
to my siblings
I am in a favorite bar near Carnegie Hall. The waitresses are so nice to me.
A guy just walked in with a little kid under five. They are sitting in a booth right next to me.
It triggered a memory which made me feel very sentimental. I have not thought about it for years.
I wound up at a bar with Dad, probably in Cambridge, when I was around six or seven.
I sat on a barstool. Everyone — the bartender and everyone else — was so nice to me. They treated me like an honored guest.
The bartender gave me a bowl of potato chips …. how I enjoyed them!
I was bathed in warmth and kindness.
miss Dad terribly
— Roger W. Smith
July 31, 2021