Tonight we went to Tyler’s again. Oysters have gone up to 25 cents because of Ivan.
The jukebox was playing Run-DMC and assorted hip-hop and R&B jams; Purple Rain was on the video; everybody was feeling good and having fun. Then a Billy Joel song came on. “Big Shot.”
I looked around the bar. There were maybe twenty people there. Xy and I were the only caucasians in the joint besides the bartender.
So I asked Xy: “Who the hell put that on?”
Xy thought people were staring at us.
“Don’t sing along,” she cautioned me, “or they’ll think it was us.”