FEATURED STORY

The bar was my stage for over fifteen years, a revolving door of characters, each with their own script, dialogues, and silent monologues.I don't remember all of your names, but I vividly recall how I made you feel, all the smiles, the sighs, the cheers, the tears, and the stories. Writing about these stories became my sanctuary, a way to honor and preserve the ephemeral moments that otherwise might have slipped into the forgotten corners of memory. It was always better to write than to let the feeling, the thinking, or the forgetting take over. Writing allowed me to hold on, to keep these stories alive in a way that felt real, and each night offered a new chapter, a fresh set of faces, and a myriad of potential stories waiting to be written. Witnessing the life stories that unfolded behind and around the bar, I learned that each story blended sweet, bitter, and everything in between, perfectly balanced and deeply satisfying, like a Negroni. Cheers to all these stories that I had the privilege to hear and feel, stories that became part of me, part of us, and they are worth sharing.