Saturday, November 1st, 2008, 8:57 pm
It’s a Saturday night, and I ain’t got nobody. My friends have lives or wives, and I’m sitting home alone, wondering if I should drink the rest of the wine I uncorked yesterday or indulge in some pale ale. Once upon a time, if I was at loose ends and feeling thirsty, I’d walk over to Marzoni’s brewpub. And I could walk there, as it was only about 200 yards from my flat. I’d saunter over and get a chicken salad, guzzle down a couple quarts of their fantastic beer, and play some poker on my laptop. The barkeeps knew me, they’d have the games on, and I could play or write and enjoy myself.
I came back from Vegas after the World Series and found Marzoni’s shuttered. And I’m still in mourning. I can’t tell you how many times my mind has turned to Marzoni’s when I’ve been in the mood for a bite and a brew. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve driven by that empty parking lot and had my lower lip tremble.
I walked over there tonight, took a picture.
Is that not a metaphor for our times? The world keeps on going at warp speed, while some people (and places) get left behind. Or if you’re like me and not in the mood for idiot metaphors, the damn place is closed and I wanted to show why I’m cryin’ on the inside. In case it isn’t obvious those red streaky lines are taillights of the cars zipping past. I took a better pic that makes the light-streaks look neater but I had the aperture higher and the sign was too dark.
Guess I’ll have a beer. Guess I’ll rustle up something to eat. Guess I’ll play some poker. Guess that sounds like fun.
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