At the next town he nosed the Rambler to a curb. Their heads bent to the rainy mist, they hurried along the wet sidewalk to a tavern, the neon sign dripping colored rain.
“Open, I guess,” he said, pulled open the door.
A hulk of a barman, white apron and crew cut, was polishing glasses behind the bar, the narrow room empty of patrons, the back wall stacked to the ceiling with unopened beer cases, the bar stools in an even row, the air knitted by cleaning products. “Goot morning,” he called out as they walked up. “Vat’s your pleasure?” Certainly no relation to the cop.
Pam pointed to a tap. “What’s that?”
“Premium beer. Special Export. Good beer.” He nodded solemnly.
“Two please,” she said.
“And for the man?” said the barman, laughing like a bellows. He drafted their beers and suggested they try a Wisconsin string cheese. With hand signals he showed them how to eat it. They fingernailed salty strands from the pale cylinder. Ordered two more of both; ate, drank, headed back into the rain, the Rambler chugging east again.
I know it's kinda late in the day, but anyone up for a beer? Sorry I haven't been around: I got hit by a sling shot. Sounds laughable, but you'd be surprised what a sling shot can do to ya.
Wait until you guys see Dennis "the master" Brennan's new lead photo for CTT. WOW!
Hobo Jungle
Laird
"To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to
suffer The SLINGS and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream; aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreamsmay come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Welcome back, Bro!!! Another hour and a half and I'll join you.
Maybe I'll bare my bodkin later!!!
"To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to
suffer The SLINGS and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them.
To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream; aye, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreamsmay come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?
Welcome back, Bro!!! Another hour and a half and I'll join you.
Maybe I'll bare my bodkin later!!!
Running that red block Charlie.
-
P&R Pete
This leads to questions... where'd you get hit, by what, and by whose hand?
A man could get disabled in different ways, affecting his ability to remember his wife, for example, or causing him to have to walk bowl-legged. (Though it seems not to have affected your ability to find the beer-fridge!
)
Found in a fortune cookie today:
"Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel."
A man could get disabled in different ways, affecting his ability to remember his wife, for example, or causing him to have to walk bowl-legged. (Though it seems not to have affected your ability to find the beer-fridge!
)
Found in a fortune cookie today:
"Life is a comedy for those who think, and a tragedy for those who feel."
-
P&R Pete
Jon, LOL!
I believe "dangerous" may be a bit of an understatement.
BTW, the Moon has (*cough*) entered Virgo.
So happens that Jupiter is also inside Virgo, having (*cough*) entered from the other side.
Now I'm no astrologer, but in a remarkable contradiction, I'm pretty sure it means that Jackie, Daisy, and the forum wives will all be virgins (again?) for 72 hours.
I believe "dangerous" may be a bit of an understatement.
BTW, the Moon has (*cough*) entered Virgo.
So happens that Jupiter is also inside Virgo, having (*cough*) entered from the other side.
Now I'm no astrologer, but in a remarkable contradiction, I'm pretty sure it means that Jackie, Daisy, and the forum wives will all be virgins (again?) for 72 hours.
LOL!! Tramp and Pete!! What's a virgin? 
Tramp, I'll tip my first one with you at 1430. There's an officer's Convention today so we're being let off early. We don't work well unsupervised.
Tomarrow's going to be a great day!! I'm going to brew my first five gallons of beer!!! Cedar Red Ale. Check it out at:
http://www.windriverbrew.com/brewmasters.html
Tramp, I'll tip my first one with you at 1430. There's an officer's Convention today so we're being let off early. We don't work well unsupervised.
Tomarrow's going to be a great day!! I'm going to brew my first five gallons of beer!!! Cedar Red Ale.
Check it out at:
http://www.windriverbrew.com/brewmasters.html
Running that red block Charlie.
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