The old timer, took the bottle "won't need the glass thank you Ma'am" dragged a broken chair over in front of the flames, sat down with his head bent low, staring into the fire. He seemed to be looking for something in the flames, something lost years before ......... "I remember, he started.... I remember ............" He took a swig from the bottle, reminiscing in his mind, was that really true, did that really happen, was I really there, all those years ago ........