“This is a song by John Lennon,” Moroney said, without any other comments. As the music came up, he stepped to the microphone. Moroney’s fears were unfounded. He was in fine voice. More important, his tone, his styling, matched Lennon’s perfectly. Naturally, having a pretty liquored-up crowd didn’t hurt either. Standing off to one side of the room, Ferris watched as more and more people in the bar stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to Moroney. As he moved into the second verse of “Imagine,” the bar was largely silent, with all eyes on Moroney.
