Welcome evidence of human activity stared me right in the face today as I made my solitary trudge to the front door of the Tin Lizzy.
They’re opening Friday 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. for take-out or delivery!
The modified menu includes your typical Lenten specials for … for … reasonable, I’m sure, mystery prices to come.
I like that Rick and Lisa chose not to include the price. After all, one of the most popular features in the building is a wheel of chance where lucky participants can win a can of Spam (yay!) and unlucky ones are required to buy the bartender a drink (boo).
You’d be amazed at the bar-wide drama that plays out on that wheel of Spam fortune as it clicks down to victory or despair.
We’re into about Week 4 of the building being on lock down.
It’ll be five years in July since I began celebrating the Tin Lizzy in books and here on the blog. It’s just the coolest place. I love it here.
But I’m used to loving it so much more than I do now that I’m here all alone.
I still come in almost every day for at least three hours in the morning, and a couple in the afternoon.
I try to be discreet. I don’t want anyone to get the impression there’s any party going on and they weren’t invited. I wonder what people think when they see me going in the door.
They probably think, “There goes that writer guy again. I’ll bet he spends his whole day drinking and talking to himself. I’d like to see what would happen if for even one day he had to work a real job.”
So at least passing strangers are thinking the same thing my family thinks when they see me go out the door.
It’s odd being all alone in a place so renown for liveliness.
It wasn’t that long ago when people were always popping in to say hello and I was always trying to think of ways to make their visit memorable or gossip worthy.
I’ve thought of sitting at my desk buck naked and telling visitors I write better in the nude. It’d be fun to see how rapidly the story’d spread.
Hell, these days I could roam the building nude and no one would see.
Well, maybe the owner. He still pops in. But I’d be afraid to be up here buck naked with him.
What if he’d call the cops? What if he threw my ass out on the street?
Worse, what if he thought it was a new custom and began removing his clothes?
There are some types of “Buck naked” with which I want nothing to do.
So stop in tomorrow and order one of the specials. It’ll make me happy to hear noises again and you’ll be supporting a local business when your support has never meant more.
The Tin Lizzy is a cool building, but it’s just a building.
It’s probably similar to the building most of you are in right now.
It’s the people in the building who make it truly cool.
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