Street & 8th Ave.
Greg's friend Deb Mitchell from his Navy days was visiting, with whole bunch of
We all visited in Greg's apartment for a while, chatting
about all sorts of topics -- weather, New York City, my Hawaiian shirt.
We had Jimmy Buffet on the CD
player and cold beer in the refrigerator; all was well. Eventually they decided to go out for dinner. Greg
& I opted to head out on our own, to get a chance to catch up on the latest
happenings in our lives.
Greg looked through a NYC bar guide and noticed McSorleys Old
Ale House. The allure of a bar that offered poor service
and cranky bartenders was too much to let pass, so at 3:30 PM we hopped on a
southbound subway train and began our adventure...
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