i take my jameson straightPosted: April 30, 2013
Envision if you can a refrigerator with a head. That would be CC. To bring him into focus add sensitive brown eyes, a short curly beard, one cauliflower ear from all the rugby scrums and top it with short carelessly cropped black hair. Over-sized hands with fingers thick and strong could exert crushing force but CC was a gentle man with a quiet smile except when he was in his cups, and CC enjoyed his cups indeed.
Amiable CC worked the perfect job, bartender at one of the hot restaurants and clubs in Cleveland back in the day. One night, so we’re told, a patron sitting at the bar became unruly. Now our gentle giant had been nipping a bit here and there and felt no bonhomie for this fellow who presumed a suit and tie trumped good manners. This arrogant fellow blurted out to the world that he would have a Jameson Irish Whiskey on the rocks and he would have it now.
Huge CC turned from his task, reached out with both hands and lifted the customer until he was an inch from CC’s countenance. Feet dangling six inches off the ground held captive by the lapels of his fine suit CC advised him, “You don’t drink Jameson on the rocks.” and set him down.
Well, that was the last day CC worked there, but thirty years later I still have my Jameson Irish Whiskey straight as a tribute to CC, or just in case he might be around.
YARS – yet another rugby story