I roll out of work at 9 pm after an impromptu gossip session with the other servers about the server who just got busted for skimming $4000 (probably more) off her tickets over the past six months--yeah, whatever. One of the managers tried to blame it on us ("Weren't any of you paying attention?") like we police each other, which we don't, but the discussion revolves around the fact that she has pulled this stunt at several other local restaurants and don't the managers check that shit? She's clearly mentally unwell. Nonetheless. I head out after having a shift beer (which I pay for) and trek up the street through the clement early December evening to my local, which has been my local, weirdly, amazingly, for the past twenty or so years--bizarre how I could be old enough to have a local (legally) for over twenty years. I park on the parkbench outside the front door and check my phone for messages from my daughter who has gone to her aunt's (her dead dad's sister) for the night and my partner who is having an excellent rock and roll gig fourteen miles up the road, and run into D, this old guy who drives my friend K crazy with his constant and unstoppable man-splaining, but who I find interesting because he may be an old sexist bastard, but he's had an interesting life. Tonight's story revolves around Patty Hearst, who, aside from having some serious Stockholm issues with the Simbionese Liberation Army, was also a friend of Lee Marvin's daughter Courtney, who happened to be living in this town, this town where I live, in the seventies, when D was here working in the Free Medical Clinic and the local women's clinic (of which he was a founding member). And one day after the big bank robbery (you know, that big bank robbery) Courtney, with her entourage of young lesbians (she was a lesbian, is a lesbian? She's probably still alive, what do I know about Lee Marvin's daughter? I barely know who Lee Marvin is) shows up at his office with Patty Hearst (under a different name) who has some chest infection. So my friend D was Patty Hearst's doctor, while she was on the run, for all of fifteen minutes, during which he checked her lungs and prescribed antibiotics.