Tom Shank’s America: In Sly Shulman’s bar across the street from my brownstone, I can see it from the window a man who always wears a brown and once cream I suppose stripe suit. He sips his beer slowly. He’s an observer of time and its intruders. He always knows something. Couple of days ago he told me his ex is giving his (now her) dog Prozac. A post made earlier today over on Stirring Trouble Internationally - A humorous take on news and current affairs.