Word: beers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...directs us over to Gardiner for a beer before heading back to Tower. The saloon's a wooden affair with a long, running mirror behind the bar, a couple of pool tables, and two poker tables in the rear. The dance hall is locked. Only a dozen people are in the joint. All are kids: a blurry-faced, rumpled Italian from Boston; a buck shouldered mama in a Porsche tee-shirt giving a two-handed thigh clasp to slit-eyed tough with TKO'ed reflexes; a plump little blonde in a too-tight girdle and high, cut jeans...
After three pitchers of beer, Briggs and I drive to Ketchum that night. Fred sleeps in the back. It is a long, desert road. Cars are few and I trace their rear lights back to nothing in the sideview mirror, where they are but a pin-pricked rupture in the great sack of night, a bleeding stream of fleeting electricity. I push the van to 95 in the soundless onrush of blackness, while the flourescent stakes by the roadside teeter rearward and empty lights hang nowhere out in the desert, some mystery of some nuclear facility...
...declared that he was for it-with an important qualification. The President called for a "détente with nature" and pledged his commitment to clean air and water: "As long as I have anything to say about it, this country's symbol will never be an empty beer can in a river of garbage." On the other hand, Ford continued, efforts to protect the environment might have to be eased in order to increase the nation's supply of energy and improve the economy-the same philosophy that the President expressed in May when he vetoed...
Stanton Devis and the Ghetto Mysticism Band. This fine Jazzy rocky local favorite can be heard at a nice little table in a nice little club, with a nice big beer pretty good conditions. At Pooh's Pub on Comm Ave in Kenmore Square tonight through Sunday...
...Legion to the members only section of the bleachers. Here was the official luncheon spot for the habitues. Surrounding umbrella-shaded tables and a buffet line of noontime snacks such as beel bourgignon was a crescent of international flags. Ah, such tradition. I grabbed a hot dog and a beer from the American Legion and headed back to the horses...