The Seafaring Gypsy

On an on-going search to prove there is such a thing as breakfast wine.

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Jason and I’m writing this with an Irish lilt in my voice.  What I Like I like black and white movies set in Paris and London. I like breakfast for dinner at 24-hour diners. I like classic cocktails with names like Manhattan and Sidecar. I like wearing my grandfather’s heavy, blue wool overcoat and my father’s gray fedora in the winter. I like talking baseball with strangers. I like rooting for the bad guy in heist movies. I like jazz that sounds like a rainy night in New York. I like poems about the sea and matters of the heart. I like women who know how to say fuck because they’re comfortable in their own skin. I like minimalism though I like too much stuff to be a minimalist. I like September because it’s gorgeous everywhere. I like buying the newspaper from a news stand. I like soul music on Sunday mornings. I like Coca-Cola in glass bottles. I like red toes. I like the Beatles in mono and the Rolling Stones in stereo. I like the word ‘caper’ when it’s used to describe a crime. I like women who cook breakfast in my shirt and their underwear. I like it when they’re referred to as the funny papers. I like packages wrapped in brown paper and twine. I like stripped socks. I like the way middle-aged Italian men dress. And I like you.