to leave home, the bar became an increasingly seductive sanctuary, a place to return and regroup during his picaresque journeys.& Time and again the bar offered shelter from failure, rejection, heartbreak'and eventually from reality. tried to forge a self somewhere in the center. They taught J.R., tended him, and provided a kind of fatherhood-by-committee.& Torn between the stirring example of his mother and the lurid romance of the bar, J.R. to the beach, to ballgames, and ultimately into their circle. turned in desperation to the bar on the corner, where he found a rousing chorus of new voices.& The alphas along the bar'including J.R.'s Uncle Charlie, a Humphrey Bogart look-alike Colt, a Yogi Bear sound-alike and Joey D, a softhearted brawler'took J.R. Though J.R.'s mother was his world, his rock, he craved something more, something faintly and hauntingly audible only in The Voice.& At eight years old, suddenly unable to find The Voice on the radio, J.R. would strain to hear in that plummy baritone the secrets of masculinity and identity. Sitting on the stoop, pressing an ear to the radio, J.R. It was the voice of his father, a New York City disc jockey who vanished before J.R. Moehringer grew up captivated by a voice.
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