Editor's note: This is part of an occasional series about the adventures of a beer-drinking guy we'll call “Ed.”
Ed and I are lunching at Plan B on East Boulevard in Dilworth.
We're discussing fast-growing evergreens, which Ed wants to plant between his condominium and the neighboring building.
The Thuja green giant evergreen tree is the superhero of choices. Once established, it grows 2-3 feet a year, it's drought tolerant, and it doesn't require pruning.
Italian Cypress look like towering cucumbers on steroids. They grow up to 3 feet a year.
And there's always Sapphire Cypress, which one landscaping website claims “thrives on neglect.” A black-thumb favorite.
But back to Plan B; our waitress tells us the owner chose the name because Plan B never fails.
Coors Light is always $1.50 at Plan B. But today, because the lunch is on me, Ed is drinking a $3 glass of Samuel Adam's Boston Lager.
I want to order the Rat Trap: “Assorted cheeses, mozzarella, gouda, provolone, cheddar spread with garlic points.” It sounds delicious, but I can't get past the name.
Ed plays a fair bit of poker at the JCC, where they often have split pot games.
When the wild card is introduced it changes the dynamics. Your hand is a combination of what is dealt, and what is put on the table.
Often your hand dictates that you will go high, but if the common cards dictate you should go low, you often switch to Plan B.
Ed agrees, you win more often with Plan B.
“Plan A is built on expectations,” says Ed. “Plan B is based on facts.”
Lola Thomas is the pen name of a writer who knows Ed.