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By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

And because I found it in my youth, the bar was that much more sacred, its image clouded by that special reverence children accord those places where they feel safe. Others might feel this way about a classroom or playground, a theater or church, a laboratory or library or stadium. Even a home. But none of these places claimed me. We exalt what is at hand. Had I grown up beside a river or an ocean, some natural avenue of self-discovery and escape, I might have mythologized it. Instead I grew up 142 steps from a glorious old American tavern, and that has made all the difference.

By Anonym 14 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Some of football's gaudiest displays of manliness are purely aesthetic. It's not what players do, it's how they look doing it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We’d all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we’d all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Also, Willie, I dig telling the truth. Words can be twisted but a photo never lies. Sutton laughs. What’s funny? Photographer says. Nothing. Except—that’s pure horseshit kid. I can’t think of anything that lies more than a photo. In fact every photo is a dirty stinking lie because it’s a frozen moment—and time can’t be frozen. Some of the biggest lies I’ve ever run across have been photos. Some of them were of me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

I began dividing life in absolutes... Things and people were either perfectly bad, or perfectly good, and when life didn't obey this black-and-white rule, when things or people were complex or contradictory, I pretended otherwise. I turned every defeat into a disaster, every success into an epic triumph, and separated all people into heroes or villains. Unable to bear ambiguity, I built a barricade of delusions against it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

I hate when people ask what a book is about. People who read for plot, people who suck out the story like the cream filling in an Oreo, should stick to comic strips and soap operas. . . . Every book worth a damn is about emotions and love and death and pain. It's about words. It's about a man dealing with life. Okay?

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Angst ist der Schlüssel zum Erfolg und der Hauptgrund für dein Scheitern, Angst ist das zugrunde liegende Dilemma in jeder Geschihte, die du dir über dich selbst erzählst. Und was ist die einzige Chance, die du gegen Angst hast? Folge ihr. Lass dich von ihr leiten.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

A book is the only real escape from this fallen world. Aside from death.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

While I was busy hating Vegas, and hiding from Vegas, a funny thing happened. I grew to love Vegas.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Baseball, boxing, handball - sooner or later every game gets compared to narrative, but only in football are the plays perfectly linear, drawn up with letters, and only in football is the field itself lined like a sheet of notebook paper.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

If only Ed Fleming had a mother who gave such sound advice. The manager of Wazoo's, a downtown Denver restaurant, Fleming is a CSU alum who has been darned giddy about the Rams' recent success. So giddy that he donned a necklace made of Pez candies, a red blazer - and nothing else. A few people gaped (some actually set aside their beers), but most ignored Fleming as he strutted like a red-blazered rooster, demanding that all hail the Mighty Naked Beer King.

By Anonym 14 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Long before it legally served me, the bar saved me. It restored my faith when I was a boy, tended me as a teenager, and when I was a young man the bar embraced me.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Beer is amazing. Nutritional. Medicinal. A beverage, but also a meal.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

To be a man, a boy must see a man

By Anonym 19 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

We went there for everything we needed. We went there when thirsty, of course, and when hungry, and when dead tired. We went there when happy, to celebrate, and when sad, to sulk. We went there after weddings and funerals, for something to settle our nerves, and always for a shot of courage just before. We went there when we didn't know what we needed, hoping someone might tell us. We went there when looking for love, or sex, or trouble, or for someone who had gone missing, because sooner or later everyone turned up there. Most of all we went there when we needed to be found.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Any book is better than no book. Slowly, surely, one will lead you to another, which will lead you to the best.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

History is the narrative of people searching for a place to go.

By Anonym 14 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

The greatest players use anger as fuel. Michael Jordan played every night with something like road rage.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

In Manhasset you were either Yankees or Mets, rich or poor, sober or drunk...You were 'Gaelic' or 'garlic," as one schoolmate told me, and I couldn't admit, to him or myself, that I had both Irish and Italian ancestors.

By Anonym 13 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

I don't know. Sometimes I try to say what's on my mind and it comes out sounding like I ate a dictionary and I'm shitting pages. Sorry

By Anonym 14 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Of course many bars in Manhasset, like bars everywhere, were nasty places, full of pickled people marinating in regret.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

While I fear that we're drawn to what abandons us, and to what seems most likely to abandon us, in the end I believe we're defined by what embraces us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Your best is whatever you can do comfortably without having a breakdown.

By Anonym 16 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

[G]randma was always afraid of something. She set aside time each day for dread. And not nameless dread. She was quite specific about the various tragedies stalking her. She feared pneumonia, muggers, riptides, meteors, drunk drivers, drug addicts, serial killers, tornadoes, doctors, unscrupulous grocery clerks, and the Russians. The depth of Grandma’s dread came home to me when she bought a lottery ticket and sat before the tv as the numbers were called. After her first three numbers were a match, she began praying feverishly that she wouldn’t have the next three. She dreaded winning, for fear that her heart would give out.

By Anonym 18 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

Sometimes I felt so alone that I wish there were a bigger, longer word for alone. I tried to tell Grandma about this feeling, about my suspicion that life was nicking away pieces of me.

By Anonym 14 Sep

J. R. Moehringer

It takes just as many men to build a sturdy man, son, as it does to build a tower. You will look back on this time and remember remarkably little of it, excpt the extent to which I tried or did not try.