I love bars. Not because I’m a lush or anything. I mean, I’m not a lush. I’m not even a drunk. I like bars because of the people in them. People watching is great, but it’s never better than at a bar. Sure, you can go to an airport and watch people all day long (or, at least, you could, ten years ago), and you’d see people in various states of nervousness, hurry, anticipation, reunion, happiness, anger, boredom, or any number of other emotions. And that’s all well and good. ...