This book is about the way I see you when you walk through that terminal and !nd your way to my bar. It is about the version of yourself that shows up when you are running late and stressed and desperate for something to take the edge o$. It is about the version of yourself that shows up when your "ight is delayed for three hours and you have nowhere else to go. It is about the version of yourself that shows up when you are celebrating something wonderful, or mourning some‐ thing painful, or just trying to get from Point A to Point B without losing your mind.
