I follow Westin over to hang it on the bar’s famous wall of photos. He gives me the side eye as he tapes it up. “So, what were we toasting?” he asks curiously. “Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” He laughs, but I give him a stern look. “What?” He raises an eyebrow. “You’ll look back on this day and you’ll thank your lucky stars for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.” “I love you, man, but your cryptic way of speaking is lost on me.”
