We walked to a sports pub a block away for dinner. I ordered a beer to start with and Tina told the waitress she'd have one too. When asked for I.D., my niece pulled a card out of her wallet and the waitress nodded and took her order. Tina then looked at me wondering if I would tell the waitress she wasn't old enough to drink. I just grinned. I had a fake I.D. when I was younger too, besides, I didn't want to ruin the rapport that was building between us by saying anything about her being too young to drink. She was a wild teen and I knew...