Category: Drinking

“Northern Lass” Tanka 299

She musta come from

Up Nawff, say, maybe DeLand:

tattoos not from here!

 

Or, you’ve had three-many beers

Georgia or Alabama*!

 

*(Popular reference to The Yankees who live North of Lake Monroe where The Saint Johns River finally turns Yankee and goes North.  We had yet to learn to call ‘bama Alabamastan – that would come only very much later, like the 90s or so.)Legendary garbage truck driver for Sanford, Homer Miller called it “Runnin’ Th’ Roads,” and I would not have been surprised had he been acquainted with this particular tattooed lady – or her grandmother!)

 

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“Northern Lass”

She musta come from

Up Nawff, say, meebe DeLand:*

tattoos not from here!

 

*(DeLand, Florida, is just across The St. Johns River and North of Lake Monroe.  When kids of 20 or so and feeling frisky he’d hit the highlife nitespots like Green’s Grocery on US 17-92 just across the river en route to Club Diamond below The Hill below DeBary and continue on a nice nighttime ramble through Orange City and later DeLand, where somehow we were accorded adult status – our green folding ID cards with fives and 10s on them served just fine so long as we ran not afoul of one of the County Constables.)

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“In Just Gin…not an homage to e.e. but to the berry” “Ginformation” #1

When you have to say

“Gin, not vodka,” you are not

ina martini bar!

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“Ginformation” # 2

Ginformation is

that happy state when the world

knows just what you mean!

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“Whaddya Want? Egg In Your Beer?”

three dollar bottle

of merlot got ‘legs,’ soft taste,

but cheese wilts in heat!

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“Hold The Ice!”

I’m Way Too Easy!

But I will make up for that

with double Bushmills!

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“Revenge Of The Booze”

Second-beer sleepy,

so many seasons spent to

become a cheap date!

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“Sandbagger”

real dangerous dive:

first division ‘rear’ slop-chute*

went once – scary place!

*(1st Marine Division (-)(Reinf), Rear at Hill 327, DaNang, VietNam 1970, “Sandbaggers Club,” Non-Commissioned Officers’ Club – in Marine parlance, a ‘slop chute.’ Real dangerous place: fraggings, fights, racial tension and the everpresent attitude of REMF resentment of ‘bush troops.’  Safer either to smoke dope or drink purloined or bartered “cumshaw” beer back at Regimental (7th Marines) rear at LZ (Landing Zone) Baldy, and safest still out in “The Bush” where any kind of getting high got you big-time trouble (mostly). Except for “Doc” Smitty, a salty sailor corpsman who carried a canteen of Beam, a 10-pack of pre-rolled joints to hand out to casualties instead of a styrette (auto-loaded syringe) of morphine which in a small-unit action really was counterintuitive: ‘hey, Marine,’ he’d drawl, ‘You gotta watch my back as I work on the other guys!’  His wife, Lt. (forgotten first name) Smith, USN NurseCorps – the reason he got shitcanned to the Marines and sent to Vietnam – was my surgery ward head nurse when I got med-evaced back to ‘The World’ at Jacksonville (Florida) Naval Hospital.  There, I felt safe!)

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“Murder and Manslaughter”

a beautiful beer

with a wicked, horrid name:

‘*mord und totschag!’

 

*(when I – after the fifteenth time! – asked after my favorite Ayinger bock beer Celebrator, Magnolia Square Deli (part of The WillowTreeCafe complex in downtown Sanford, Florida) owner Theo Hollerbach introduced me to the superb ‘Murder and Manslaughter’ schwarzbier, whose chocolate notes and rich drink-with-fork-and-knife toothsomeness, I have launched a partial forgiveness program – that is, until just before Christmas I found both Mord und Totschlag AND Celebrator on the shelves!  Sort of wreaked havoc on the shopping list as I seemed to have funds only for one giftee – me! )

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“Anyone Up For A Pub Stumble?”

You ‘up’ for a Pub Stumble?

Name o’ The Game came easy

while crawling back home!

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