The Whistling Dixie was on Arapahoe between 30th and Division Street, only a couple of blocks from Kane’s house, and he’d been going there since before the original owner, Dixie Whistler, passed away. She and her husband had opened the place in the late ’fifties, and the combination of good service and cheap food had weathered the bear and bull markets. These days, the place was a bit rundown. The coffee mugs were chipped, the booths cracked, and the laminated menus bent. Children had drawn on many of the tables, and another coat of polish would do little to hide the cracks, scrapes, and divots in the linoleum floor.