From Neil Steinberg’s Wednesday column:
“Fourteen days without alcohol,” said my racquetball buddy proudly as we toweled off in the gym.
“Wow,” I said, genuinely impressed, trying to imagine a fortnight unlubricated, “that’s impressive.”
“Well,” he said, a little abashed, “not consecutively.”
The only salvageable part of the column, but one must seek the whiskey in the Amaretto sour sometimes.
