"The usual?" Amy said. "I'll get on it and bring it to your table." Thanks." The woman said and sat down at her usual table.Annie made the low fat car...amel macchiato and brought it to the woman's table."Thanks again." The woman said."You are welcome, is there anything else I can get for you?" Amy asked."No I am good." Although Amy could tell she wanted to say more. Damn her shitty confidence.The rest of the evening proceeded as usual, but around 7 o'clock, everything changed. Amy didn't see what. .. ah... and then the phone rang."Hey Ray, whatcha' doin'? It's Rudy and I'm in a bind. My keyboard player was in a car accident. Wanna play tonight at the Driftwood? Two sets, about forty-five minutes each. Fifty bucks a set. Waddya say?" Sure, Rudy. What time?"First set is at nine. They've got a B-3 on stage, you know, so you just have to show up. I got lead sheets if you need 'em." I'll see you then."Cool. I could use a few hours of playing music. A little rock, a little blues, a little r&b,. Many of these men were effeminate but quite a number were true men who had retired honourably from military service. Secondly there was the military class. This class covered a wide rang and the army and naval captains were very powerful men – even if subordinate to the court. Beneath them were their men – soldiers and sailors. An auxiliary branch of this service of guards, slave overseers and the like. This second class were, one can see, all of varying rank and degree, whilst still remaining. “Byron has chartered a vessel to take him to Missolonghi, where he intends rallying all the various Greek factions – currently at each other’s throats rather than at the Turks – under his overall command,” Boris said.“Does Byron have any military training?” I asked, although I doubted he had.“He has read Tacitus, in the original Latin, and has devoured every book written in Latin, Greek, French, German, and English, concerning Alexander the Great’s campaigns. As far as I know there are no books.