Stephan Bailey: A Valise of Doubt “You’ve got this all wrong,” Tim Derr said to his best friend of thirty years, Stephan Bailey who sat next to him on a stool at a tavern in Miami called, 305 Brass. “First and foremost compadre, as a person who has known you the most, and the best wingman that a guy looking for a girl could ask for—it’s not a blind date.” “Remember when Tara and I went to an all-inclusive in Key West?” Tim asked. “Of course,” Stephan said. “Well, Read more [...]