Soon I found myself at Rockaway. It was a small bar, easy to miss if you weren’t a local or weren’t searching for it in particular. I walked in and found a seat. The smell of smoke hit my nostrils and the hazy air was all around. I didn’t smoke, but did Lennox?

The bartender brought me a beer. As he placed it down on the coaster the seat next to me moved backward. I looked up, happy to see a familiar face.

“Hey there,” Matt said. “Good to see you again.&r...