Rain rain rain
Nice visit to Dravus street bar. Some dude told me all the drug dealers left when I came in -- then later at Dispatch someone said the same thing about the bar at 3rd and Bell. Police? hahahahaahaha. The only drug deal I interfered with in 20 years is one involving a guy who used to bring his kids to my church for the free dinner, and I stumbled into the exchange, got my finger under his nose and gave him hell. His response: "It's not what you think." Right.
Met I. and Rude. Crazy K. and the milk maid bartender -- place was hopping. I guess the smoking ban dip is done. The smokers were in the parking lot, bouncing back in for beer, then back out in the rain. What a life.
At MFQAB there's a curious mix. It has been upscaled, so there's all these 20-30 year old beautiful people. Then at the end of the bar us old farts. The regulars that is. A few life changes in play, some quitting drinking. What a trio of us -- me with water, Train Guy with a diet coke, and the resident historian with decaf coffee. Big spenders. Nice to see a friendly face back behind the bar.
At Third and Bell -- lots of drug connections happening, bartender (Third Gospel) not very harsh. Talked to the Man with No Identity/now Restored about why his checks haven't started, no place to live, and on and on. Hey, and I just realized there were a few missing tonight that I can't remember not seeing there. Sheesh.
Back at the home office, two women waiting for shelter, and one last and late guy, who was going to take the blanket and a bus ticket to ride. Goo night.