When I was sixteen my Dad came home from deployment and announced he was going to retire at 20 and open a bar near the base. He wanted to convert an old house, keep the back yard and turn the front yard into parking. I remember Mom looking at him for a long moment before saying, “That’s a hard life and zoning could be a problem for that type of location. Will you ever be home in the evening?” For the next six months, once a week, we had a meal in a bar so he could check the competition.
I don’t remember if there were zoning problems when he found his old house. He had contractors gut the first floor and turn it into a homey, inviting space with long bar and commercial kitchen. The upstairs they opened up into a big family room, with dining area and even a double bed. They named the bar “Papa’s” which I thought was ridiculous. I didn’t know at the time my children would be the one’s eating in that family room and playing in the back yard if they wanted to see Papa when we came to visit.
Years later when my father died we got the following note in the mail:
To Papa’s family, The first time I entered Papa’s Papa introduced himself, asked my name and never forgot it. When I was homesick, that’s where I went, not to drink, but to chat with Papa about life and the military. He did the same for all who entered. He might not have been home with you, but he was there for us. I hope you know he served until the end. Thanks for sharing him.
My wife and I now run Papa’s. She knows everyone’s name.
Written in response to the prompt, papa’s bar, for Carrot Ranch Literary rodeo.
10/15/2018 at 18:56
“He served until the end”. Nice one, Susan.
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10/16/2018 at 05:38
Thanks Dee.
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10/16/2018 at 18:52
This piece shows the second family that a vet has and continues to serve as well as the role that a good bar serves in a community. We don’t always appreciate the role of the bar, but there is communion and community. So I loved the papa figure here. Well done.
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10/17/2018 at 21:44
The story was based on a bar I frequented when I was a young Air Force Wife. The owners gave us a home away from home and we appreciated the friendship.
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10/25/2018 at 00:44
This is a lovely story, Susan. I think 20 might be a typo?
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10/25/2018 at 06:13
20 means 20 years of service in the U.S. military. A few days after writing the flash I realized that might not make sense to some of my readers.
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10/26/2018 at 14:39
Haha, I thought it was 20 years old. Silly of me.
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