Took me a while to see this report, but glad I found it. I love your writing. I know one day I will finally visit PA and when I do I will be sure to offer up I small thank you to you for being the catalyst.
Took me a while to see this report, but glad I found it. I love your writing. I know one day I will finally visit PA and when I do I will be sure to offer up I small thank you to you for being the catalyst.
Originally Posted by Sam I Am
So good to see you on board!!! Thanks for the compliment on the report. I LOVE Portland with a passion so I’m eager to share the affect that place has on me. It’s an amazing region. So as soon as you are ready venture out there, I’m here if you need my assistance.
Amazing....INDEED!!
After a nice hot shower I was ready to eat. Dinner that night was soooo good. 300J and couldn’t finish it all. You can’t see it in the picture because it was the first to quickly disappear, but fried chicken was also in the carry-out container.
I wanted to social local tonight. Friend’s of O’Neil own a bar in Fairy Hill so we hung out there. The cozy establishment that sits right on the main road was just what I was in the mood for. A place where folks drift in and out for a cold drink, a bagged snack or two cigarettes…one to smoke now and one for behind the ear.
The entertainment…cd’s played on a small but powerful boombox that sat in the corner across from the bar. Except for the occasional “skipping” the old skool reggae sounded perfect as I sipped my white rum & club soda. Things “hotted” up when two older patrons got into a debate over mongoose??? The animated exchange between the two friends was more interesting than the topic but I think it was mongoose. I got a charge out of the entire scene.
Time wasn’t a concern at that moment. I loved the feeling of not having to be somewhere at a certain time. I could sit on that bar stool for as long as I wanted. Letting the alcohol slowly filter through my body, sip by sip, in pulse with the music... indeed was my kind of drinking.
Then without warning Erffa, the owner, let out a shriek that nearly shattered the glass bottles in her little shop.
She then ball out “Sidney!! Sidney!! Sidney!!!”
Everyone froze…waiting…needing to understand the source of her sudden terror. She was standing in front of me on the inside of the bar. I couldn’t see anything. Then all of a sudden she leaps up and lays flat on the top of the bar. Good thing I have good reflexes or my drink & camera would have landed on the floor as she cleared off everything else!!
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