The first time I saw Andrea after 14 years, it was just a friendly date for drinks at a bar called Flowers, down the street and over from me on the Ave. There were no ulterior thoughts or hopes; at the time, she was married and I was dating 2-3 gals who didn’t know each other. But I wanted Andrea to think I was successful. I had a few dollars to my name on that Friday, until a check from the Ballard News Tribune for my column came in the mail. I think maybe $50. I remember dashing to cash it somewhere, and then dashing to make our appointment. On foot; this was the city. It seems that I’ve always had roughly $50 to my name. I’m sorry.
– Steve Stav
