There’s this bar I go to that I’ve gone to since I was a little kid before they had the smoking laws that separated the bar from the dining room. There’s an older women named Lulu who drives an aquamarine PT cruiser and she is almost always parked there. She plays keno and she’s the queen of my local dive. Must be 75 at least and a little bit alone. She always gets a glass of ice for her free glasses of white wine because she spends her social security gambling. Every night a fellow patron or bartender walks her out to her car and starts it for her. Someone always offers to drive her home and I think it’s so beautiful. I’m shooting for 45 max, but if I have to suffer and grow old I hope there are people to walk me out of the bar and take care of me the way they do Lulu.
