A bolt of lightning came out of the sky and struck me in the spring of this year. This book is the result of that moment. I have no idea which of my deceased ancestors dredged up these old memories and sent them to me or why it came, but it lifted me out of a gloomy week, filling me with so much laughter while I wrote it and again, when I re-wrote it.
This easy-to-read poetic narrative is of my few years tending bar at the American House Tavern, in the middle of the horse country of New Egypt, New Jersey, in the 70s. I share my take on the people who came into my life at that time, in that place. This is my interpretation of those sitting across the bar from me while I scooted around, pouring beers, mixing cocktails, and playing amateur psychologist, sometimes matchmaker.
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Arlene, it’s Kathy. Just got back from the Red Bard and, boy, did we remember a lot. All of us are wondering why there are no pictures in the book.
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Kathy, Those pictures were packed away and buried somewhere. BUT, now that I’m thinking vol.2. .. .I have found some great, wonderful pictures, especially of the closing night party! I’ll keep you posted, a few other manuscripts to finish first.
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Weren’t they just great years? I’m not sure I knew that at the time. Just living day to day.
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