I was at the Office Tap in Morton the other night when Phil Luciano walked in with some blond woman. They came in, she sat down, and he went to the ATM. Less than a minute later, he approached the bar, said something to the woman, and they both scurried out the door like their heads were on fire and their asses were catching. Did the Looch see something that frightened him? Could it have been the bartender, who is 5′ tall and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet? Was it the group of large, non-native drunk people at the back end of the bar? Did he feel the lighting was unflattering to his figure? Only the Looch knows for sure.