a good job

Thirty-one years ago I had a job washing dishes in a Tex-Mex restaurant in Tucson called Woody Mercer’s Cowboy Lounge. It was one of the most entertaining jobs I ever had. Everybody else in the kitchen spoke Spanish, which I didn’t understand, all the time. The barbeque was super good. A couple or three of the waitresses were very pretty, and the hostess was a knockout. I still remember her high-heel boots. Woody Mercer himself played guitar and sang country.

I worked nights; it’s wonderful being in Tucson at least after the unbelievable Tucson sun sets. A few times when I was at work I was almost perfectly happy.