Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Five: Oh, great, you made me miss Joe Theismann!
A word, here, about knowing the rules. A long, long, LONG time ago, I worked in a bar. This was a summer job I had down the shore. I was a barback at a place called The Wine Cellar in Seaside Heights. The spot where it was is now a parking lot, which vaguely depressed […]