Burner, back in the friendly confines and looking none the worse for wear after only-God- knows-how-many years of barfights and gunplay, shares a pint with friends. Coincidentally nearly on the same stool from which he once placed a round. Ah, how we've mellowed. I must say, he looks great, is as charming as ever, and can still turn a phrase like no one I've ever met. Originally from Chicago, served in the Army and the Navy during WW II, moved to Brooklyn after the war, survived a ten story fall into the water during the construction of the Verrazanno-Narrows Bridge(the Guinea Gangplank to him), married three times, all to women named Jane, gravitated to Key West in the early seventies and with the help of the boys at the bar reinvented himself and managed to show the tradesman here a bit of his Norwegian/Chicago/Brooklyn work ethic while he was at it. I could go on....