There were three things our friend Dan loved (besides his wife): a good steak, a good beer and prison.
Dan was a big guy, East Coast with a booming voice, a doctorate in sociology and a law degree. He settled in the Pacific Northwest and lived two blocks from where we lived.
After we moved back to the Midwest, Dan would fly his small plane cross-country to D.C. on business a couple times of year, stopping in flyover country to refuel and spend the night.
