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...and as I go among the patrons checking to see if they need anything, an old black man speaks up: “I’m just glad to have a place to come where I am welcome for who I am and no one’s judging me for my past.” His fellow ex-convicts nod in agreement and I feel a wave of satisfaction knowing that my… Continue reading dive bar
Woke early this morning with a handful of broken fragments from last night’s dreams, losing little shards as the day progresses, memories and images slipping through my fingers and lost for good. Here’s what’s left... ...a heartfelt farewell from one of my clients, almost paternal in how touching his words are... ...my wife and I stop off at a local bar set… Continue reading lounge act
