Gone almost a year, still missing Zack

 (758 words)The tall brown-haired stranger pulled up his stool next to mine and smiled sunshine. It was just the kind of subtle move a savvy bar patron makes that lets me know I’m in for about an hour or two worth of agreeable conversation.It’s cheerful, unimposing and cracks open the door to chumminess.We began to chat. He was polite, well-spoken and conveyed a mirthful demeanor.  I felt we were