TheOldMole wrote: I used to play volleyball in a game that Aidan Quinn played in regularly. And even after he moved away from the area for a while, to be closer to treatment for his autistic child, he would frequently come up for the Wednesday night game. And every year, sometime in December before Christmas, he'd come up for the game, go out for a beer afterwards at the Egg's Nest, and leave early. When the rest of us were getting ready to leave, and we called for the check, we'd be told, "Oh, Aidan's picked it up." And we did not think, "big deal, he can afford it." I grew up about two miles from the Egg's Nest. My buddy in high school worked in the kitchen there. Best plate of nachos you could ever find.