Last night was the last night ever at Quattro. Strange. I sat there with Johnny at our usual seat—though at first it was taken and the suggestion that we go fight the occupants for it was met by Johnny growling, “Don’t provoke me.”—and wondered how many hours I’d spent in that place. Probably way too many.
So it’s all over and I have a “Q” to show from it, as well as forty megs of pictures, and a lot of memories.
