...and Rickenbacker's always smelled of cat pee.
Well, cat pee notwithstanding, there's a historical marker in the works for Rickenbacker's as it was the location where my friendship with Gaz was born, back in the fall of '96. The two of us plus one other had been in the same Schwab training class the preceding week, (Gaz: I can clearly picture our friend, and even quote some of the conversation, but somehow his name is escaping me.), and early into the 2nd round of beers Gaz saw fit to tell us that he was gay. And to (I think)
all three of our mutual admiration, no one gave a shit.
