Maundy Thursday in the Bar
Dravus Street bar filled in as the night went on. It was great to see Milk Maid -- she missed us the past few weeks (travel/sickness). Pastor Dave had good conversations with a few pool players -- though one was ready to take him home for a tumble. He extricated himself nimbly. I observed. This may be another good reason to stick together!
At MFQAT got to see all the regulars. J. said he had a dream about me: "Father Kim came in alone and told us you had died."
It's nice to be missed!
Tug Boat seemed a little distant. Didn't pursue conversation. We really didn't stay long, just long enough to let everyone know they're loved. Crossword puzzles were a topic of discussion, along with Easter. Nice talk with my Jewish friend, not practicing, but conversant.
On to 3rd and Bell. Pool was especially sharp tonight, R#3 was on his game, Rooster too.
One character named Eric was 86'd out of the bar and took his frustration out on the windows. They didn't break, which made him look even more pitifully inept. Nice to have plexiglas.
A young woman sitting near the windows decided to move up to the bar next to me during all the excitement. She was reading and underlining in a book, so I had to ask. She was a grad student at a local Catholic university. In one of the worst bars in town!
What an interesting conversation we had -- Catholicism, married priests, women in ministry, foreign languages (she knows five!). One guy leaned over to me and said something in German, then handed me $100 for the cause. It was one of the rare times I've gotten to use my miniscule knowledge of Deutsch.
We stayed to closing at midnight, and gave R#3 a ride home. We may have to rename him for the blog because I haven't seen R#2 AKA Danang in quite a while. Hope he's okay. He lives just up the street from the main office. He may have worn out his welcome at 3rd & Bell. Not the most popular guy around.
Met one other guy who was playing pool, and dang if I didn't immediately forget this name. It started with an R. Robbie? Ronnie? Nice guy. He had a clean joke for us:
Two rabbis in South America are arrested -- accused of being CIA spies, which absolutely wasn't true, but what can you do? So they're going to face a firing squad. First one, Sal, is asked "You want a blindfold?" No. Are you sure? "Well, okay." His co-rabbi Ira is asked same thing, "You want a blindfold?" No. Are you sure? I don't want it. "We think you're going to want it." No, I don't want the blindfold. Really, we insist, take the blindfold. "No thank you." You've got to take the blindfold. "No, no blindfold."
Finally Sal can't take it any more. "Ira, take the blindfold already, why make trouble?"
You had to hear the guy's Jewish accent. It really was well told.
OK, a blesssed holy week and resurrection to us all! Rick
At MFQAT got to see all the regulars. J. said he had a dream about me: "Father Kim came in alone and told us you had died."
It's nice to be missed!
Tug Boat seemed a little distant. Didn't pursue conversation. We really didn't stay long, just long enough to let everyone know they're loved. Crossword puzzles were a topic of discussion, along with Easter. Nice talk with my Jewish friend, not practicing, but conversant.
On to 3rd and Bell. Pool was especially sharp tonight, R#3 was on his game, Rooster too.
One character named Eric was 86'd out of the bar and took his frustration out on the windows. They didn't break, which made him look even more pitifully inept. Nice to have plexiglas.
A young woman sitting near the windows decided to move up to the bar next to me during all the excitement. She was reading and underlining in a book, so I had to ask. She was a grad student at a local Catholic university. In one of the worst bars in town!
What an interesting conversation we had -- Catholicism, married priests, women in ministry, foreign languages (she knows five!). One guy leaned over to me and said something in German, then handed me $100 for the cause. It was one of the rare times I've gotten to use my miniscule knowledge of Deutsch.
We stayed to closing at midnight, and gave R#3 a ride home. We may have to rename him for the blog because I haven't seen R#2 AKA Danang in quite a while. Hope he's okay. He lives just up the street from the main office. He may have worn out his welcome at 3rd & Bell. Not the most popular guy around.
Met one other guy who was playing pool, and dang if I didn't immediately forget this name. It started with an R. Robbie? Ronnie? Nice guy. He had a clean joke for us:
Two rabbis in South America are arrested -- accused of being CIA spies, which absolutely wasn't true, but what can you do? So they're going to face a firing squad. First one, Sal, is asked "You want a blindfold?" No. Are you sure? "Well, okay." His co-rabbi Ira is asked same thing, "You want a blindfold?" No. Are you sure? I don't want it. "We think you're going to want it." No, I don't want the blindfold. Really, we insist, take the blindfold. "No thank you." You've got to take the blindfold. "No, no blindfold."
Finally Sal can't take it any more. "Ira, take the blindfold already, why make trouble?"
You had to hear the guy's Jewish accent. It really was well told.
OK, a blesssed holy week and resurrection to us all! Rick
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