by drak » Wed Mar 24, 2021 3:50 am
I lived in Fresno for less than a year; moved there for a "better" job, that turned out to be nothing of the sort, and then had a long-distance relationship break it off with me. I didn't know anybody in Fresno, I was miserable, and had money in the bank, so I became a gentleman drunkard. I feel fortunate that I found Goodbody's Pub to cushion my crash.
I wasn't so much a regular at Goodbody's; I was more of a fixture, but I was always treated well by the staff, and I started to think of the place as my living room. I got into more philosophical discussions with staff and other patrons than I would ever have expected. It was the only bar I have ever been in where that was reliably the norm. The place was magic. Not the Harry Potter kind; the real kind where sparks fly between people; the kind where wisdom speaks and is actually heard. I learned things, that stuck, and were useful, even after I finally stopped drinking. I moved away before the robberies, Sad that it happened, but I'm glad Roger landed on his feet. Strange; It's been thirty years, and I knew just where to look. I still have the "Certified World Traveler" card from back then, with 42 spaces for the various beers of the world that they carried.
Haven't even thought about it for 30 years, and then BINGO. That's unconscious knowledge. Why did I keep that card? Almost entirely good memories, I'd say. BTW, if you succeeded in filling up your "Hall of Foam Passport / Certified World Traveler" card, it wasn't a T-shirt, it was a little brass plaque on the wall, with your name and a small inscription. Mine had a quote from a Hendrix tune: "And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually." Goodbody's; It was great while it lasted. Best Pub EVER!
I lived in Fresno for less than a year; moved there for a "better" job, that turned out to be nothing of the sort, and then had a long-distance relationship break it off with me. I didn't know anybody in Fresno, I was miserable, and had money in the bank, so I became a gentleman drunkard. I feel fortunate that I found Goodbody's Pub to cushion my crash.
I wasn't so much a regular at Goodbody's; I was more of a fixture, but I was always treated well by the staff, and I started to think of the place as my living room. I got into more philosophical discussions with staff and other patrons than I would ever have expected. It was the only bar I have ever been in where that was reliably the norm. The place was magic. Not the Harry Potter kind; the real kind where sparks fly between people; the kind where wisdom speaks and is actually heard. I learned things, that stuck, and were useful, even after I finally stopped drinking. I moved away before the robberies, Sad that it happened, but I'm glad Roger landed on his feet. Strange; It's been thirty years, and I knew just where to look. I still have the "Certified World Traveler" card from back then, with 42 spaces for the various beers of the world that they carried.
Haven't even thought about it for 30 years, and then BINGO. That's unconscious knowledge. Why did I keep that card? Almost entirely good memories, I'd say. BTW, if you succeeded in filling up your "Hall of Foam Passport / Certified World Traveler" card, it wasn't a T-shirt, it was a little brass plaque on the wall, with your name and a small inscription. Mine had a quote from a Hendrix tune: "And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually." Goodbody's; It was great while it lasted. Best Pub EVER!