Down with the Ship
Here are some pictorial vignettes from Willow last night. I don’t have the words to describe it all, and that (as you are painfully aware) is unusual.
Between seeing my son again after two years, hearing of the imminent passing of an old pal, and the closing of a great place, I am really emotional.
Last flat-bread. It was on the house.
Short-haired Mike and Chanteuse Mary
Heather signs the bottle of red I purchased over the bar as Holly looks on.
The bottle I will save for something special.
Old Jim and Liz-with-an-S. Jim announced he is not going to be back. Dental surgery or something, then he drives with Mary to Las Vegas next week. Gone, baling out.
I intend to go down with the ship.
Why do I feel so empty?
Vic
September 18, 2015
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