Chode

A friend recently got back into town from a dusty yet uneventful overseas deployment and after a phone call we met up the other night at the Whistle Stop for some cold beers and Connect-Four.  Tuesday night is game night at the W/S, and nowadays it’s the best night to rip that place up ever since the weekends became the equivalent of playing twister with a hundred pale nerds wearing tight jeans in a rickety cattle car.  As the DJ spun soothing... Read More