"Holy Mary, Mother of God, Patrick and St Joseph, Joe Hernandez as I live
and breathe, what the hell brings you down here ? Slumming it away from the
Manhattan social scene ?
I'm sure we can find a bottle of the good stuff for an old colleague."
Jay wandered into the store room returning with a dusty bottle which he passed to
Sophie to uncork carefully. Going to have to let that one breathe for a little while, hate to spoil something that
has lasted that long by necking it."
The bottle went on the the back of the bar. "So Joe, aperitif for you and the young lady ? Sophie sort out Stirling and Jonathan
while you are there.
Well Joe, tell us what's been happening ?" ...
Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."