Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Sunday Night
It's past midnight, a slow Sunday night. The turistas are long gone and only locals sit at the bar. The owner plays dominoes in the corner with a gringa wearing a faded Hussong's shirt. She chases tequila shots with a cold Bohemia. After three games, she's winning.
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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