At the bar, writing

I didn't ask. But she may fly a freak flag, but probably small, like those flags on ambassadors cars.
I just don't understand why someone wears a tanktop, because it is hot out, but with a scarf and a long one at that. Like something somebody would wear in the winter.
Weird, but kind of sassy and some personal style.
Anyhoo, writing at a bar isn't half bad. Food, drink, free wi-fi.
Good scenery, but I was also able to concentrate and crank some copy out.

 

Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

 

Obviously, this man hates America.

 

Ain't nothing better than sitting at a bar, quaffing some Sunset Wheat and nibbling on wings with parmesan garlic sauce while I file a story or do drudgery like plugging in football schedules. I don't get to do that often.