We went there for everything we needed. we went there when thirsty, of course, and when hungry, and when dead tired. We went there when happy, to celebrate, and when sad, to sulk. We went there after weddings and funerals, for something to settle our nerves, and always for a shot of courage just before. We went there when we didn’t know what we needed, hoping someone might tell us. We went there when looking for love, or sex, or trouble, or for someone who had gone missing, because sooner or later everyone turned up there. Most of all we went there when we needed to be found.
Long before it legally served me, the bar saved me. It restored my faith when I was a boy, tended me as a teenager, and when I was a young man the bar embraced me. While I fear that we’re drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we’re defined by what embraces us. Naturally I embraced the bar right back, until one night the bar turned me away, and in that final abandonment the bar saved my life.
J.R.Moehringer, The Tender Bar
nu exista om care sa nu fi petrecut citeva ore in fata unui bar, cu ochii-ntru-n barman sau intr-o sala plina de fum. dar cred ca prea putini ar fi putut sa scrie asta.
citesc o minunata autobiografie – The Tender Bar – a lui J R Moehringer , povestea unui pusti care creste fara tata si care gaseste in barul de la coltul strazii mai multe modele masculine. e o carte care atinge cele mai sensibile coarde ale emotiilor masculine si, pentru ca nu e tradusa in romaneste, va rog tare sa o cautati in varianta e book – costa doar 3 dolari – ca sa o cititi. e o experienta minunata.