Rent and the Civil War

Nothing like ending a two day stretch of living at the bar all weekend and making enough to cover rent and all my bills in two days. It makes me feel not so bad about being a mid twenty-something and tending bar. God bless the blessed and their generosity. For every husband with the "recently removed from WW1 trenches" glazed over look there was at least one chatty, pino guzzling, shopping-bag laden wife who had all kinds of questions about where to go for the best seafood and the best cocktails and bla bla bla.

I met a couple from VA today. The wife had all types of stories and questions and comments about how different the weather was and how bad the pollen was back in VA and "Oh my goodness, we've had such a cool spring this year" and the second I mentioned my dad was a military man and that I was a bit of a military history buff the husband, Rick, ears perked up like Pavlov's dog at dinner time. We finished the following hour with conversation about the Civil War, Stonewall Jackson's biography, and how General E. Lee could have turned the tide at Gettysburg if the 5th Maine hadn't wheeled around the crops of trees to lay down a defilade of fire. So goes the conversations over a black marble bar. I miss you already Rick.