The Elusive Part B
Rain. Moodiness. Grey. Sitting at Starbucks. Doing the NY Times crossword in pen. Showing off. Hoping some passerby will notice. Gasp in disbelief at my crossword prowess. I do the crossword in pen because of an old Bob Newhart show. Bob thought Emily was smarter than hin because she did the crossword in ink. Since then I've sneered at pencils. The crutch of vile crossword dilettantes. Poofters! Anyway, 2 down, 6 letters: California winemaking county. Uh, hey thats us. Cool.
About twenty-five years ago, I was working at the Brass Ass in Cotati, Ca. Working with a Bartender named Jay. Jay was tall. Tall with two syllables. Tah-all. Jay had played basketball and was now coaching. We watched some sports highlights. Basketball. UCLA v. Somebody U. Someone from Somebody U. had started at UCLA on scholarship, then transferred and came back to play against UCLA. The sports announcer then said besides Mr. Someone, only two other basketball players had ever gone to UCLA on Scholarship, then left and returned to play against UCLA. Name the two other players. Cut to station break. Jay thought and fired off a name. Searched his brain for the rest of the answer. Came up blank. Announcer returned from break. Told us the two names. First guy was the guy Jay mentioned. Second guy was Jay. Jay looked at me and said, "Oh yeah, I guess I was the other one". Jay was answer B to the trivia question and couldn't or hadn't figured it out. I've always been thankful Jay missed the question. Otherwise there is no story to tell. No story. Problem is, twenty-five years later, I'm still wondering if there was a lesson or a moral to be gleaned from that story. Some insight. A life lesson that would unlock moments. I'm still searching my brain for the 'rest of the answer'. The elusive part B. It couldn't just be a cool story, could it?
Hey that's us....I mean me. Cool.
About twenty-five years ago, I was working at the Brass Ass in Cotati, Ca. Working with a Bartender named Jay. Jay was tall. Tall with two syllables. Tah-all. Jay had played basketball and was now coaching. We watched some sports highlights. Basketball. UCLA v. Somebody U. Someone from Somebody U. had started at UCLA on scholarship, then transferred and came back to play against UCLA. The sports announcer then said besides Mr. Someone, only two other basketball players had ever gone to UCLA on Scholarship, then left and returned to play against UCLA. Name the two other players. Cut to station break. Jay thought and fired off a name. Searched his brain for the rest of the answer. Came up blank. Announcer returned from break. Told us the two names. First guy was the guy Jay mentioned. Second guy was Jay. Jay looked at me and said, "Oh yeah, I guess I was the other one". Jay was answer B to the trivia question and couldn't or hadn't figured it out. I've always been thankful Jay missed the question. Otherwise there is no story to tell. No story. Problem is, twenty-five years later, I'm still wondering if there was a lesson or a moral to be gleaned from that story. Some insight. A life lesson that would unlock moments. I'm still searching my brain for the 'rest of the answer'. The elusive part B. It couldn't just be a cool story, could it?
Hey that's us....I mean me. Cool.
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