Some of the hardest working men I ever met were during my afternoons bartending at Irelands back in the early 90s. Some have crossed over, like Ted, and other faces I remember, but whos names were stored among the brain cells Ive killed along my path. If good folks go to heaven when their time on earth is done, and I believe they do... Theyve scooted down a little bit and added another stool at that little neighborhood bar in the sky where Happy Hour never ends. You go Rest In Peace Mr Jerry, and take pride in knowing you were a good dude.
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 18:38:21 +0000