Saturday, January 13, 2007


In Walla Walla coffee groups are the thing. One of my friends would go to Tomy's Dutch Lunch at 6:00 AM to meet with his ranch manager and other farmers to discuss fertilizer, rainfall and markets then to the Booknook at 7 to play cribbage with the president of the Bank. Then he would pick up his mail at the post office take it to his office and be available for a nine o'├žlock meeting of our coffee group.

Actually, Uncle Dave met with the nine group of senior execs and I met with tenners but as the nine group mostly slid into retirement they opted to meet at ten and we flipped to the nine slot.

Gossip and jokes floated around the table and a heated contest involving calling out a number that the scorekeeper had written on a napkin that would result in the caller picking up the check added to the lightheartedness.

Jack's son Jay came to the gathering frome to time. Off to college he came back with this story.

In Walla Walla there was very little opportunity for contact with African Americans. Jay's roommate at the University of Washington was from Watts.

Jay was curious and continually peppered the students with questions about his backround.

The roommate in exasperation said this weekend I will give you a first hand look. We are going to a favorite hangout of my "brothers". It is a very rough spot so be sure and have a razor available.

The roommies entered a smoky dark social club and drank their beer at a back table listening to fabulous music. The host excused himself to visit the restroom. On his return he encountered a some threatening looking dudes.

Back at the table he reported that the ruffians had accosted him about his guest and invited them to carry on their discussion in the back alley. There would be a loss of face if they did not comply.

In the alley behind the trash bins they took up a defensive position.

Do you have your razor?

Yes, b,b,b,but

Where do I plug it in?


Blogger Mike Barer said...

Oh my, that's too much.

6:29 PM  
Blogger Burl Barer said...

Now, can you tell us more about my father's infamous, yet ultimately profitable purchase of those parachute barrels? If you have no info, I at least can tell you what I know.


3:37 AM  
Blogger Mike Barer said...

I remember you talking about the parachute barrells from way back. That was your only experience at B. Barer And Sons I think is what you told me.

11:58 AM  

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