McGee, Snoozle’s neighbor, used to tend bar at night to help make ends meet. He wandered by the other day while I was mowing down by the garden and to be neighborly I shut down the mower to talk awhile. He told me about a cowboy who moved to the Mt. Jackson/Edinburg area from Texas.
This cowboy walked into the bar one night and ordered three mugs of Bud. He sat down in the back of the room, drinking a sip out of each one in turn. When he finished them, he came back to the bar and ordered three more.
McGee said he approached the cowboy and told him, “You know, a mug goes flat after I draw it. It would taste better if you bought one beer at a time.”
The cowboy replied, “Well, you see, I have two brothers. One is in Arizona, the other is in Colorado. When we all left our home in Texas, we promised that we’d drink this way to remember the days when we drank together. So, I’m drinking one beer for each of my brothers and one for myself.”
McGee said that he admitted to the cowboy that this was a nice custom and left it at that.
The cowboy became a regular in the bar, and always drank the same way. He ordered three mugs and drank them in turn.
One day, he came in and ordered two mugs. All the regulars took notice and fell silent. When he came back to the bar for the second round, McGee said he told the cowboy, “I don’t want to intrude on your grief, but I want to offer my condolences on your loss.”
McGee said the cowboy looked puzzled for a moment, then a light dawned in his eyes and he laughed.
“Oh, no, everybody’s fine,” the cowboy explained, “It’s just that my wife and I joined the Baptist church and I had to quit drinking.”
“Hasn’t affected my brothers though.” he added.
Keep your fork