Insane Earthlings

   "In the last year that the Par 4 was in existence, a Cuban refugee, Hermes Entenza, lived next door at the Honeycutt's. We went to the Par 4 once. Hermes' only livelihood was painting. I asked him to paint me a picture and when he asked of what, I said "the Par 4". This is it." Robert H. Lee "There's a tear in my beer  'cause I'm cryin' for you, dear     You are on my lonely mind. " Hank Williams I hopped up on the barstool next to my friend who had arrived just before me at our regular hang-out.   Before my butt hit the vinyl covered cushion, my Miller High Life was being placed in front of me on the bar. It was that kind of place. They knew your beer and watched the door to see who was coming in so they could grab it from the icy cold cooler and serve it before you had a chance to ask.   There was no need for questions about how you would pay. If you had been there before you were automatically added t...

It was crowded at Onie’s, the lakefront hamburger joint. This was a regular stop on our family boat outings on Lake Norman.  The lake boasted 525 miles of shoreline full of deep coves to explore.  Dad was always Captain. We would seek out glass surfaced coves for skiing or private spots to drop anchor and go for a swim.  We would beach the boat on sandy, wooded islands and spend time hanging out with other boating enthusiasts. Mom might pack a picnic, or we would head to Onie’s place. Dad had mastered the skill of smoothly docking the boat. My job, at age ten, was to jump out of the boat onto the dock and grab the handrail on the bow to make sure we stopped in just the right place.   Then I would quickly and neatly tie off the boat to the cleat. Boat secured, we headed into the grill pronounced Oh-Nies.  Mom secured a table for us.   A lake with  525 miles of shoreline and yet only two places you could dock your boat and eat!   ...