Last night, on my way home, I stopped at Walley's bar for a beer. In case you have not read of Walley's bar before, let me, refresh your memory on what Walley's bar actually is.
Walley's is a hole in the wall bar where the only people who show up are the people who know life and have been through it more than their share. Walley likes to look at us like a secret group that trades ideas or just tell each other to fuck off if we do not agree with their viewpoints
Last night seemed to be a normal night at Walley's bar. We all had a few beers, each of us noticing Charlie's urn sitting between a bottle of Jack Daniels and a bottle of Jim Beam in front of the huge mirror behind the bar (posting from 9/24/15), and we had to all throw in each of our ideological P.O.V.. The only people who ever come back to Walley's bar for a second time or more are the ones who feel like they are meant to be there. I might disagree with some of them some of the time, but we are in that bar for a reason. What it is, we still have not come to a definite conclusion. When we find out, I will let you know!
Hank Epstein
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