


Wow! Do I have recollections of Bamboo Bernie's. Summer evenings, Chicago, 1996 after softball at Lincoln Park. We'd stroll over to Bernie's and have a blast, and way too many shots and end up dancing on the bar. Back then, I could really whip my hair. What can I say. It got me a few dates, and more than a few odd Monday morning looks in the elevator from my boss(es).
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