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Sitting in One of His Favorite Bars

April 05, 2019

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He was sitting in one of his favorite bars somewhere over Iowa or some other state he never planned to visit. This bar was terrific because they more than insisted on the guests staying seated. He also liked that the soda water was always fizzy.

It was a mid-afternoon cross country flight. The only chatter he heard while . . .

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It Was Hard to Choose and Certainly No Way to Go Wrong

February 18, 2019

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Throwing his bag on the neatly made hotel bed, he hurriedly checked his watch. After a small delay at the airport, he still had enough time to make it. Quickly he unpacked and hung up anything that could get easily wrinkled. He kicked off his boots, slipped on a pair of loafers, and grabbed his worn-out blue chore coat before . . .

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She Made More Martinis in a Month Than He Could Drink in a Year

February 15, 2019

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In red neon cursive "BAR" glowed in the afternoon shade. Before pushing the door open, he respectfully unrolled the sleeves of the striped blue Oxford down to his wrists concealing the faded lines inked into his skin. The humidity outside permitted a less formal approach, but the small brass sign on the door clearly . . .

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Sharp Lime and Peppery Juniper Cut Through the Recycled Air of the Cabin

February 13, 2019

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Getting to the airport was easy. Elevator to sidewalk. Sidewalk to subway. Subway to airplane. It was a dance and he knew all the steps through repetition. He waltzed through his preferred security checkpoint and made it to the assigned gate in record time.

He preferred a window seat if it was a short flight, like today, . . .

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Several Heavy Dashes of Peychaud's Bitters Turned the Drink a Deep Red

January 21, 2019

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As he crossed the tracks on Canal he could faintly make out the gruff voice of a trombone from deep within the Quarter. He glanced down at his wrist out of habit and laughed because he had intentionally left his watch at the hotel. No matter. Crossing this historic street was as close to stepping back in time as one can get. The . . .

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The Drink Arrived in a Chilled Glass with a Lemon Peel and a Smile

November 28, 2018

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He looked over the bottles behind the bar. They had multiplied since he stocked them last, but that was a long time ago. He was a patron now and the last drink of the night was always tricky. Through experience, he had learned what worked for him and what did not. As much as he enjoyed a whiskey before bed it never helped him come . . .

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It Was a Perfect Drink for a Rainy Night in the Quarter

November 26, 2018

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The old gas lamps reflected off the shiny brick streets due to the on and off rain. It always rained around this time of the year down here he thought. His leather soles echoed down the narrow streets in rhythmic staccato slaps. He had undertaken the futile task of tracking down the umbrella he started the night with but currently . . .

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