The rumor has been going around for the past few months that the Fedora Bar and Restaurant is not long for this world. I went in for a drink the other night, hoping it would not be my last at that worn wooden bar. In the mysteriously aquatic rosy light, over the strains of Elmer Bernstein music from the radio, I overheard the following melancholy conversation taking place between a couple of Fedora's old-time regulars.
Man 1: I'll see you here again, I guess, until this place is gone.
Man 2: That might be very soon.
Man 1: I've been hearing that for three months now. Is it really serious this time?
Man 2: It's very serious this time, I'm afraid. Fedora can't keep doing it. You think we could do it at that age?
Man 1: It's so hard to lose the things you love.
Man 2: And we're all heading in the same direction.
Man 1: We sure are.
Man 2: Oh, I've seen better days, I'm afraid. Much, much better days.
I also heard some more sensitive information that would be indiscreet to share here, but suffice to say: If you love Fedora, go as soon as you're able.