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5.07.2008

Passing Through


I was in the neighborhood and realized I had not seen Rhoda for a long time. I wanted to see how she was doing and what were things like under the new owner. So I burnt a little gas to find out the situation and see if repairs were going as ‘Mr. E’ had hoped. When I got there I ran into Cho’ and Timmy. A few others were in the place and there was an easy going mood happening. Cho’ told me that his kid was going in for a procedure on his heart tomorrow, that is the day you read this. Cho’ Jr. is at Shrieners Hospital, take time out to say a prayer.

Timmy was happy, he spent a lot of time talking to ‘Mr. E’. I found out that Timmy preached from the same text I did and let the Mr. E know that the establishment our asses were parked in really has been a neighborhood bar since its been there. ‘Mr. E.’ was glad to make the old faces comfortable, sharing a lot more information on what he intends to do and what went down during the sale . Ruby was going home for the night when she got a phone call that made her freak.

Ruby was in a panic over the fact that the tide came in and the place she resides would have to be traversed going through salt water. Timmy gave her some good advise and got her to calm the hell down before she headed home. Cho’ left too. That left Timmy and me until Chucky showed up. Mr E left after he had a talk with the Juke Box Man who didn’t bother to tell me I couldn’t download music. Mr E. said he would square it away.

The conversation between Timmy, Jukebox Man and Mr. E was quite a revelation. Jukebox Man was responding to a comment from Mr. E, saying “Bossman was pissed, he didn’t know Quiteman had put the place up for sale….even worse he couldn’t make quick changes to nothing because his name isn’t on anything, everything was in Quietman’s name.” Mr. E then explained to Timmy he found the bar was for sale through a broker, found out that “Frankie C’s” is up for sale also. Much of the initial info was less than half true.

Mr. E. shared with Timmy that he had no idea what he was walking into. He didn’t know a lot about how the transition would take place once the sale was made and that he didn’t have a chance to talk to anyone due to a provision made by the sellers (I.E. Quietman) that no one divulge any information before the transaction took place.

The ‘text’ was selling out fast, the context was not selling to ‘the known knowns’, the pretext was that the bar wasn’t making money (couldn’t tell that to Bossman), the confusion was caused by misinformation or disinformation disseminated by those who knew and claimed not to know much. Any text taken out of its context is a pretext for confusion or deceit. So it went.

Timmy was astounded and by the time Jukebox Man finished repairs Doc showed up and Mr. E left. Just before Ruby left she gave me a poster she let Mr E check out. It was the result of Mr E. talking to his bartenders, working with them and some of the Old Crew. Mr. E has backed his bartenders unequivocally so far. The poster, from the remaining original bartenders, was not just a message for Mr E. but the regulars, Old Crew and wanna bees who would now come to “1762 Broadway Lounge”.

That’s the message from the rank and file! I’m passing it on.
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THAT IS ALL!



RJ

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sounds like the kid is in over his head, Jack was as clueless as we had all suspected, and beware the quiet ones!

Anonymous said...

The kid will make it with a little help, overwhelmed but receiving advice from people who know and care about the bar.
Regarding the quiet ones, I think that the loudmouths did more damage.
"Everything's gonna be alright!"

Nothing has changed except the owner and he is stocking the bar, fixing the essentials and spending his money to make money. Something the old owner didn't do too much of, ever.