Looking For Joe Sheldon
Joe Sheldon and I had been good friends since we first met in The Wildcatter Club in the early seventies. A former US marine and a Clint Eastwood look-alike; with … Continue reading
The Wildcatter Club, Quito
“It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues.” —Abraham Lincoln As a new partner and manager without restaurateur experience, I had a lot to … Continue reading
No Experience Necessary – Those were the Days
Occasionally – usually while sitting at a bar, I will be asked by those younger by several generations than myself, what I studied to become a journalist; a title I … Continue reading
No Breakfast with Tiffany
I had just seen David Attenborough off at the airport – as one does – and was in a hurry to meet Audrey Hepburn, when I bumped into Fast Eddie. … Continue reading
Rare Common Sense
Yesterday, while taking a glass of wine in one my favoured watering holes, I entered into a conversation with a stranger and fellow Englishman. He was a bright, elderly man, … Continue reading
Frightened to Death
Written for Friday Fast Fiction. Rochelle’s 100 word photo prompt. “OK.” Demanded the detective. “From the beginning.” “Not too much to tell. I came into the pub and spotted … Continue reading
The Wildcatter Club
Almost half a century ago, forty-seven years to be exact, I became the owner of a bar in Ecuador. Life in South America was a thrilling place to be and … Continue reading
The Taste of Memories
Ernest Hemingway, in the Green Hills of Africa recalls how beer played a part in his adventurous life and in the book he briefly reminisces about his beer drinking … Continue reading
