Yet again

“Looks like ya been in a bar-fight,” said my friend Bill Robinson, who daycares my dog.
“Down at the Lock, Stock & Barrel, inflaming the biker-dudes. Probably told ‘em ya were a Liberal” (gasp).
“As I recall, there actually was a Lock, Stock & Barrel on Route 64 near Bristol Ski Center,” I said. “I occasionally had it in my ‘Night Spots’ for Kathie Meredith’s ‘Steppin’ Out’ at the Messenger.”
Robinson and I worked together long ago at the  Messenger newspaper.
“Lock, Stock & Barrel was right down the road from where I lived,” Robinson said. “I used to hang out there a lot before I became a Christian.”
Even though Jesus turned water into wine (spody-ody), Christians abstain from alcohol.
My father was strident about it — Devil’s brew.
At least Christians did when I was growing up; I don’t know about now.
Robinson is decent. Unlike many Christians he’s not judgmental.
Another face-plant for The Keed, second time in three days. Although not directly, but I ended on my face — earlier wounds reopened, blood all over.
I’ve let the blood dry under my nose, in my mustache. I thought cleaning that might start more bleeding.
Needless to say, many ask what happened.
“Face-plant,” I say; not “bar-fight.

• The head is a link to the earlier incident.
• The “Messenger” is the Canandaigua Daily-Messenger newspaper, from where I retired almost 11 years ago. Best job I ever had — I worked there almost 10 years (over 11 if you count my time as a post-stroke unpaid intern [I had a stroke October 26th, 1993, from which I recovered fairly well]). (“Canandaigua” [“cannan-DAY-gwuh”] is a small city nearby where I live in Western NY. The city is also within a rural town called “Canandaigua.” The name is Indian, and means “Chosen Spot.” —It’s about 14 miles away.)