"Sally when I was back in 'Nam we flew these
birds in and out of hot zones all day and night"
Mitchell announced as he looked off at the
jukebox.
"I was the machine gunner and the pilot,
even took a few of Charlie out throwing hand
grenades out the window" as he pulled the pin
and lobbed an invisible grenade over his
shoulder.
"Do you understand how much skill and
coordination it takes to fly those birds and lay
down fire simultaneously? No you don't and
that's why the CIA came to me" Getting nasty
and pointing a lecturing finger.
"Get out of here Mitchell!" Sally yelled, "I'm
not putting up with this shit again today".
"OK I'll stop but you gotta quit doubting my
stories" Mitchell pleaded.
"Nope get the hell out cause that's what you
said yesterday before screaming at me about
the helicopter crash you survived" Sally said
with her hands squarely on her hips.
"Roy" she yelled at the ceiling to summon the
resident enforcer upstairs.
Slow footsteps could be heard as Roy got up
from his chair to come downstairs.
"Alright I'll leave" Mitchell said as he gathered
his money and downed the last sip.
As Mitchell stood in the parking lot he
wondered what to do next. Head to Ace's
Place or hop in the truck and go out of town to
really raise hell? His last trip out of town didn't
end so well so he called Ace's on his cell.
"Hello Ace it's Mitchell and I was just on my
way down to see you" he said into the phone.
"But all my cash is in my luggage still. They
lost it on the way back from Vancouver you
see. Do you think I could run a tab till they get
those bags back to me? Mitchell asked and
crossed his fingers.
"Ya sure Mitchell stop down, we know your
good for it" his old pal Ace said.
Mitchell hung up the phone and pumped his
fists to celebrate this little victory.
birds in and out of hot zones all day and night"
Mitchell announced as he looked off at the
jukebox.
"I was the machine gunner and the pilot,
even took a few of Charlie out throwing hand
grenades out the window" as he pulled the pin
and lobbed an invisible grenade over his
shoulder.
"Do you understand how much skill and
coordination it takes to fly those birds and lay
down fire simultaneously? No you don't and
that's why the CIA came to me" Getting nasty
and pointing a lecturing finger.
"Get out of here Mitchell!" Sally yelled, "I'm
not putting up with this shit again today".
"OK I'll stop but you gotta quit doubting my
stories" Mitchell pleaded.
"Nope get the hell out cause that's what you
said yesterday before screaming at me about
the helicopter crash you survived" Sally said
with her hands squarely on her hips.
"Roy" she yelled at the ceiling to summon the
resident enforcer upstairs.
Slow footsteps could be heard as Roy got up
from his chair to come downstairs.
"Alright I'll leave" Mitchell said as he gathered
his money and downed the last sip.
As Mitchell stood in the parking lot he
wondered what to do next. Head to Ace's
Place or hop in the truck and go out of town to
really raise hell? His last trip out of town didn't
end so well so he called Ace's on his cell.
"Hello Ace it's Mitchell and I was just on my
way down to see you" he said into the phone.
"But all my cash is in my luggage still. They
lost it on the way back from Vancouver you
see. Do you think I could run a tab till they get
those bags back to me? Mitchell asked and
crossed his fingers.
"Ya sure Mitchell stop down, we know your
good for it" his old pal Ace said.
Mitchell hung up the phone and pumped his
fists to celebrate this little victory.
Sitting in "The Parlor" on a Monday afternoon Mitchell was
well into his first bottle of whiskey when he lost his balance
and tipped backward off the barstool. Boom! He landed
squarely on his back which knocked the wind out of him
and a memory from his wild past. Before his wind returned
his legs kicked wildly in the air, desperately trying to get up.
"Give me a hand" he gurgled.
The bartender slowly got up and put a stool next to him so
he could pull himself upright. Mitchell wasn't that drunk yet
but he was known to wheeling around on his barstool to
the point he regularly fell off creating a familiar thud.
"When I was a younger man...." Mitchell began and
cocked his head sideways and stared seriously at Sally.
"I fell off a barstool in Galveston, Texas and into the
arm's of a Playboy Playmate. She took me too her room
and tied me up with her scarves." A deranged smirk
emerged on Mitchell's large round face and he extended
his arms sharply to raise his sleeves.
"She used me as her concubine for three days" MItchell
bellered almost hysterically.
"No food, no water, she used me and abused me baby".
MItchell always dressed well. Jimmy Buffett style beach
clothes and casual business ware. A Maineiac and a world
traveler, a veteran and a pilot, Mitchell never lacked for
something to talk about.
well into his first bottle of whiskey when he lost his balance
and tipped backward off the barstool. Boom! He landed
squarely on his back which knocked the wind out of him
and a memory from his wild past. Before his wind returned
his legs kicked wildly in the air, desperately trying to get up.
"Give me a hand" he gurgled.
The bartender slowly got up and put a stool next to him so
he could pull himself upright. Mitchell wasn't that drunk yet
but he was known to wheeling around on his barstool to
the point he regularly fell off creating a familiar thud.
"When I was a younger man...." Mitchell began and
cocked his head sideways and stared seriously at Sally.
"I fell off a barstool in Galveston, Texas and into the
arm's of a Playboy Playmate. She took me too her room
and tied me up with her scarves." A deranged smirk
emerged on Mitchell's large round face and he extended
his arms sharply to raise his sleeves.
"She used me as her concubine for three days" MItchell
bellered almost hysterically.
"No food, no water, she used me and abused me baby".
MItchell always dressed well. Jimmy Buffett style beach
clothes and casual business ware. A Maineiac and a world
traveler, a veteran and a pilot, Mitchell never lacked for
something to talk about.