Lola at the Coffee House, Cafe 101

During 'Nam the base at Subic Bay, Philippines was our refuge for ten day breaks between 30-45 day operating periods on Yankee Station in the Tonkin Gulf. The scenes in Olangapo and at the Cubi Pt. O club were a bit like the wild West with the whores and the booze. Colorful entrances at the club bar were among the many memorable scenes. One I recall was from a squadronmate who strode in with a roar, slammed his money down on the bar, pulled something odd out of a pocket and shouted ------" Stingers for my friends. -- and a plate of flies for my toad."

LOL I hope it was a toad he had in his "pocket."

We're off to the Frying Pan for the evening soon. Anybody want me to bring them a hamberger?

Ok, Wassau, sorry.........Wassau has great hambergers too.

bernie should be eating tofu.

Chai Tea said tofu made you go "pffft".

Dyslexia said tofu made you go "gaaack".

small prices to pay. Someone has to eat all this tofu. May as well be Bern

Does tofu make your urine smell bad or is that asparagus?

My uncle Fred, years back on his farm in Saskatchewan, followed the advice of a young college fellow working the till at the local co-op and set about diversifying. Along with the standard wheat and canola which had always sustained his large family, Fred put in some 40 additional hectares of tofu and another 40 of hamburger helper. Unfortunately, that same spring, Aunt Elsie was in the early stages of menopause and was not really herself. She apparently prepared a meal at the estrus time without first bathing in the cleansing Saskatoon River. Then the locusts came.

Ill bet that theres a good story behind that pain. Was that during the great tofu crash of the 1970's?

Your uncle should have further diversified his farm. He could have sold his tofu to automobile seat cover manufacturers.

Yes, that was the period (known here as "The Terrible Times Times Two"). But the locusts had stripped Uncle Fred's land bare overnight. He sold Elsie to the seat cover manufacturers instead. The DeSoto people picked up a design award for their "Stippled Suedeen Squoosh" dashboard material - Elsie's bum, in fact.

I can never be sure whether its you or the painkillers talking

Painkillers!? Do you have any!??

They're in the tofu.
Trust me.

painkillers......piffle. That's just the way his brain works.

He's a trial to live with, but I do my best. "Why?" I ask myself on a regular basis.

Elsie's rump dash board is old fashioned now.

...a sentence you won't read anywhere else...

"Ours not to reason why,
Ours but to do or die."

Might be Kipling.

Or it may be Patrick Henry, Mickey Mouse or Alfred Lord Tennyson........something about the Charge of the Light Brigade.

Ours is a unique and idiosyncratic cafe...........

I just read in the NYTimes that the Preservation Hall band is temporarily relocating to NYC. May I suggest we invite them to the Cafe'?

Before my dear mom passed over, I took her to see Cleo Laine, Ella Fitzgerald and the Preservation Hall Jazz Band. You do what you can to prevent future hauntings. Two of the PHJB members had to be helped onto the stage, but once seated, my god!