Boys Night Out ... Let's Go!

Back again! Do you like to go to the races? Do you like the heart-pumping action of watching automobiles careen dangerously around hair-pin turns? Well, neither does Old Ken. Nonetheless, that was what was on tap last night, in the hot bed of Northern New England racing that is Thunder Road in Barre, Vermont.



Once that had become tedious, we got our priorities in order and hit the bar. As you can see, we had some curious customers up in the mix. We have some dear chums of Old Ken's here; from left to right, Mr. Bex, Mr. Postie, and Sir Jack Stones.



As we had some serious catching up to do over some Pabst Blue Ribbon (and Postie had a real score to settle with Bud Light, which had obviously wronged him), conversation was tight as a drum-head. Postie really lit things up with a dramatic description of his "non-violent physical restraint" techniques.



While, as you may be able to tell from the photograph above, Mr. Bex was doing nothing to discourage Postie's demonstration of said technique on Old Ken in the back of the bar. For some reason - - perhaps an eagerness not to compromise his street cred at his neighborhood bar - - Jack Stones was having none of it. The loss to the world is almost incalculable.