I remember it like it was yesterday, that time at the Public House back in the early 1990s. We had not been open for long. A couple of fellows came in, and one of them started dispensing racist "humor."
Now, I'm a free speecher by disposition, but there are times when enough's enough, and the dispenser of alleged humor found himself leaving the building before he finished his second beer.
I relate this story only because there are times in this uncivil age when I'm glad I'm not behind the bar any longer.
I'd risk throwing out my back.
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
On civility and whether it exists any longer, whether or not I have the patience for it.
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