Lieutenant Rhine’s Violin
It is pure happenstance that I’m sleeping across the way from an old man. Across the aisle, he slips his suitcase beneath the bed and pulls out a bottle of Pilsner.
“Smart man,” I say, smiling and nodding at him. I’m still a little bit buzzed from Oktoberfest.
“Just a few sips before bed,” he says. His [...] Read more »