Whisky is getting very old now and as any 90 year old does, has her little idiosyncrasies. Like needing to go out all hours of the day and night. Since I'm grateful that she can still tell me with enough time to either get down four flights of steps or four flights in the elevator I don't complain about it. Of course, it also helps not having a career anymore where you have to get up at the same time Monday through Friday to put your nose to the grindstone. This morning she had to go out at 3am. I wasn't too concerned as the most exciting time to go out around here is immediately after the bars close. So I throw on a light hoodie to cover my pajama top and off we went. She did her business pretty quickly but I kept hearing someone clunking around in the parking garage. That's not too unusual because we do live in a city that never sleeps. When we entered the lobby there were two couples coming in. I normally wait for the next elevator because you never know when someo...