The 50 Plus Cafe, Pub, All-Nite Greasy Spoon and Dive Bar

Because something was there….


Yes, it was. Is. He was so very regular about his ritual. Not like you could set your watch to it, but so many times, I'd look for him or simply look in that direction, and there the Old Boy was. He wasn't my bestie, but were were friendly. He'd nudge me in the back to step lively as we headed to the barn for his supper As his teeth stopped growing and he began to lose weight, he got more feedings of what I named Geezer Chow. And he'd look Southwest. That was his spot. Not all day, but for a period of anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes, there he would be. Maybe he quieted his head of all the racket. Likely, it already was, but he perhaps gained that wee glimmer of insight which seems to elude the rest of us.
 
Up. Yeah. Whatever. A third of the company crew will be at corporate undergoing training for an item which by all rights shouldn't even be present in our buildings. But I don't make the rules. Of course, the world would be so much smarter if I did. Coffee first. Still sorting out how best to fit all my tasks today into an order which makes sense and doesn't repeat steps. We'll see what comes out of that mental gymnastics workout.
 
Good morning early risers. Looks like folks are getting their Avatars back. Well that’s progress I guess.

Has the heart and humidity gotten to peoples brains? The news today makes me wonder. A 70+ year old asked other similar aged seniors to turn down their loud music in a nursing home! They said f#*#k you! He got his gun and shot them! Then they turned the gun on him! No one died but really? 🤷
 
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