A Penny For My Thoughts

Last Call

By Paul Wein

Wednesday night, in this ever changing year of my life – I closed another chapter in the story of my life when I said goodbye to Secrets – and to my short-lived job as a bartender.

I absolutely loved working there and adored doing what I have always wanted to do – but the simple truth is that I wasn’t making what I needed to each night – and besides – I already have another job working for my friend Howard at Community Home Sales. If I was making decent money at Secrets – I would have been tending bar for a very long time. But life’s obligations most always get in the way of fun – and in order to survive – I had to move on.

I only worked there for two months, but in that very short amount of time – I had a blast. I made some good friends, had some very memorable evenings – and even “hooked up” with a few ladies. Every night, when it was time to head to the bar for work – I looked at it as a party rather than a job. But as I said – bills always have to come first – so I had no choice but to throw in my bar towel for good.

When I left the bar for the last time, a very sad feeling came over me, because I knew that I would never stand behind that bar again and serve my customers their favorite poison. And when I got home – I looked at all the pictures I took of my customers and friends while I worked there – and truthfully got a little misty-eyed. I had a homebar of my own for close to seven years – and always dreamed of running a bar of my own. So while my dream of doing so was only short lived – I thank God for once again allowing me to cross something I have always wanted to do off of my life’s “to-do” list.

On my last night, the owners of the bar, Grace and John, gave me a Bud Light neon sign to thank me for my brief service – and made me promise that I would not be a stranger, which I won’t. I will certainly stop by every now and then and patronize the bar I once ran – and I will also keep in touch with many of the friends I made during my short tenure at Secrets. But life must go on – and now it is time to move on to, hopefully, bigger and better things.

Good-bye Secrets – it was fun.

“Closing time.
Time for you to go out to the places you will be from.
Closing time.
This room won’t be open till your brothers or your sisters come.
So gather up your jackets, move it to the exits,
I hope you have found a friend.
Closing time.
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”

Semisonic – Closing Time