Sunday, November 6, 2016
366 Project - Day 311 - "Cold-Filtered Nostalgia"
November 06, 2016 - "Cold-Filtered Nostalgia"
It wasn't the first beer I ever had, for in all honesty that beer came many years earlier. It was, however, the first beer I ever had with my Dad. Just a day or two after my 21st birthday... sitting at the bar in Colony Grill on Myrtle Avenue in Stamford, CT - we ordered a couple of bottles of MGD and sat and chatted, sipping our beers as we waited for our to-go order of pizzas to be ready.
It was a simple moment... nothing very extraordinary. It was incredibly meaningful to me, though. I basically grew up in this place. Countless times my Dad and I had sat together in one of the booths along the wall opposite the bar... eating pizza and drinking sodas. I would watch the old guys sitting at the bar, and listen to them talking about their "remember when?"s. I heard conversations about wars and conversations about baseball games. I heard jokes I was way too young to be hearing and arguments about things of which I had no clue. I was in awe... and couldn't wait for the day I'd get to sit there with those guys.
Now - there I was - finally able to (legally) drink... sitting at that very bar with my Dad... nursing a beer and chatting about nothing in particular. I don't even remember the conversations... but I remember the moment... and the feeling of that moment.
Today marks two weeks since I lost my Dad. I'd give just about anything to be able to sit at that bar with him and chat over an ice-cold crappy beer just one more time.
Instead I'm sitting at home... thinking of him... tipping my bottle in the air in his honor.
I love you Dad!
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