Everyone is telling me about this swanky cocktail lounge and piano bar. “Great place,” someone said. “You’ve gotta go sometime,” said another. So, Saturday night I went. I ordered a rum and coke, a pretty ordinary drink and just about choked when the waitress told me the price. Whew! Normally I would toss back two, three or four drinks in a half hour, but not if I have to get a second mortgage on the old homestead. Sheesh! So I chose to sit there, listen to the pianist and nurse my drink ever so slowly. Boy did I nurse it! The ice cubes became floating slivers. The waitress grew rather impatient. I nursed that rum and coke so long it grew a nipple.