Happy Hour
By Terry Wynne // Dusk had settled into the glass and chrome and cement cityscape. Harry had put in a solid day of writing advertising copy, meetings, preparing for presentations. As far as he was concerned, he had earned that pint of Guinness at Mulligan’s. He was on his way to meet two friends at the pub and turned left onto west 55th street towards Seventh Avenue. An amber tint spread across the front… See more