~ Anthony J. D'Angelo
Although I
was not a big Cheers viewer, I
remember the line from the theme song:
"You want to go where everybody knows your name." Being a teetotaler and not having a
neighborhood bar have not gotten in the way of my having a Cheers-like venue. It's our local pizza place, affectionately
known as Sir P. For years, a couple of
other mothers and I have made it our Friday night family outing. Friday afternoons invariably bring texts that
simply ask, "Sir P?" It has
become such a regular occurrence that friends will stop by on Friday nights to see if we are there. We have also been
known to frequent the place on other nights -- particularly during the summer
-- and have celebrated many birthdays there.
On a recent
Monday night, I dropped the children off at home after evening activities and
ran off to squeeze in a couple of quick errands close to home. Then I decided that I needed "a
drink." That usually means a
Perrier, but on rare occasions, a day can require an orange soda -- especially
one with the world's best ice. So I stopped by Sir P and ordered a
small orange soda to go. As one of the
guys behind the counter began to ring me up, the other one said, "Don't
charge her. This one is on
us." I insisted on paying, but then
graciously accepted their kindness. As I
drove home, "drink" in hand, I smiled at the thought that it might
not be a bar, but I do have my own Cheers-like place.
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