Today is the first full day without my drinking buddy. It’s strange how much a simple routine can shape your evenings. Usually, by this time, I’d be at his house, sitting in his garage, in one of the two chairs that somehow became permanent fixtures in what felt like a private club. No membership card needed—just show up, bring your opinions, and be ready to tackle problems that weren’t really yours. But now, he’s gone. Off to a cabin somewhere, soaking in peace and nature. M