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Oct. 14, 2004 The other night I went down to the local D****'s for some coffee (think open 24 hours). Since they are in the same building as a bar and lounge there are often several drunks about. The restaurant and bar are connected and there is a passage from the bar into the dining area as well as a pass through window.Late at night, after the bar's closed this situation can get interesting. Anyway, back to the story. I sat down and noticed the gentleman on the next stool at the counter was sobbing quietly into his beer (they also serve from the bar into the dining area) and as there were no other places to sit (except in the snooty nonsmoking section) I figured just ignore him.Have you ever seen the old movies where the hero sits down next to an old drunk in a bar (usually played by Walter Brennen, or Gabby Hayes) they usually also get sucked in. Finally, I had to ask. So, what's your problem pal? John Kerry. This being something I might agree with I went further. This is normally where the hero winds up getting talked into going into the mountains with the drunk and looking for treasure. Okay, John Kerry is pretty sad, but why the tears? Because he missed his golden opportunity, his golden moment, his defining...I stuffed a napkin in his mouth until he calmed down. Okay, what happened? He didn't apologize. Huh? He didn't apologize! See if he'd broke down and fessed up and told everyone how sorry he was about what he'd done after Viet Nam and how he'd failed in service to his country and lied. How he'd failed as a Senetor and not been there to vote. How he'd misled everyone on Bush's service record and how he tried to invoke Chris Reeve's name to score points and make himself look real important...but now it's too late. He missed it. He coulda cried like a baby and told everyone he was real sorry and got everyone on his side. I could see how this old geezer's theory had merit, just hoped I wouldn't wind up leading a pack mule after it was over. Okay, so maybe he didn't apologize. Maybe it never occurred to him. Maybe he wasn't sorry. The old guy looked at me like I'd lost my marbles. He don't have to be sorry, twit! He's a DEMOCRAT! ------------ About the author: Lee Zelhart is a proud graduate of McKendree College in Lebanon, Illinois and the father of two teens (one of which will be getting married in the next couple of years, maybe sometime in 2006) and the author of The Ghost of the Cavalier due out in 2005. Email: graphicsdoctor1@sbcglobal.net Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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