A northern monologue
I did the exact same thing last night--getting to know nature--but I did it at a pub called The Duke downtown. I sat and listened to the wildlife: the cackling, speckled Suburban Soccer Moms out for a ladies night, the lanky puffy-chested Teenagers in for a 19th birthday, the northern reticulated Saw Beard hanging over his Guinness, the corpulent lesser Slot Jockey at the video gaming machines, the bold call of the whiskey-voiced Hussy stopping by the pool table to drink and present her rump to the assembled flock of local Red-Necked Salesmen.It was magical.
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