An oldie but goody. Mark bought it. One of my old favorites.
I was a bit lubricated on martinis – yes Boodles gin and a pretense of Noilly Prat Vermouth.
My life today is more stirred yet not shaken. I pay attention to politics, both local and national, and yet do not sweat. I am more taken with Doris Day – Que Sera Sera – than I am with the news of the day. Fifty-seven years of bullshit and I have finally come to the realization that everything shakes out in the end, even slow ketchup.
It has been a while since I have had time to post. Recently, while talking to Dusty, the bartender at Lucky Strikes, I realized that I have been amiss at not posting my first Arizona bar series painting.
Lucky’s is where the infamous Jake’s O Mine was located. Jake’s was distinguished by its peculiarly low bar, surrounded by kitchen chairs rather than bar stools.
Jake’s had a tattoo artist on premises. Whereas almost every bar has a sign requesting that no bike club colors be displayed, Jake’s had no such policy. Some nights half the clientele were sporting red and white. Continue reading “Catching Up”