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Behind the Legion there was a covered deck and then a locked entryway with a one-way mirror.After ringing the bell there was an awkward moment of silence staring at my own reflection as I waited to be let inside.And there was The White Elephant, a once-popular lounge where traveling entertainers would stop in for a drink on their way to the nearby train station, lured in by the large tipsy neon elephant hanging over the door.On the other side of town was Graziano’s Casa Mia, a red-leather banquette-bedecked Italian restaurant run by Tony Graziano, a former World War II paratrooper and boxing manager, trainer and promoter who always greeted me with a pantomimed upper-cut to the jaw.And now, back in New York, I’m a Friday night regular at spots like PDT, Prime Meats and Momofuku Ssäm Bar.I return to my regular haunts because of the conviviality of the routine—that combination of the music, the bartender, the servers and the genuine buzz of people having a good time spilling out onto the sidewalk on a summer night.
I’ve found that when I’m alone, strangers and other customers at the bar are more likely to ask me questions about the menu or what I’m drinking or engage me in a conversation about the neighborhood.
He wasn’t always the only person at the bar drinking by himself, but he was my dad, and there were times when I felt sorry for him.
It took me years to understand that he was never really alone.
To complicate matters, his good friend and neighbor across the street went by Herbie, which was somehow short for La Vern.
Bert, as his friends called him, lived in Canastota, New York, a small village smack-dab in the heart of Central New York, just off Exit 34 on the Thruway.