Stop in for a cup of coffee

Not to be redundant, grew up in a bar with no mom just my Dad. All the women in the bar were my “Aunts”. I remember when I could finally see over the top of the pool table! I was big time then. Marine Corps was my escape. Hah! @halifaxhops nailed it, and @64 AAR Valiant explained it. I am honored to be just delusional, belligerent, cantankerous, and fiercely loyal enough to fit right in!
We sure have a spread of occupations and experiences here for sure.

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