...last call eddy.....by bsp (update)

the neighborhood bar had a lot of regulars...some had nick-names...eddy got the name last call...because he was always there at 2am for the last call...

...on this friday eddy was on his usual stool with his golf cap an stories to tell....eddy's stories were usually exaggerations about sexual exploits or remembrances from the old brooklyn neighborhood.....

that night was different...eddy ordered rum n coke without the rum....his stories were about his ex and kids...the one's he walked out on 10 years ago...how he was gonna find em and how he was gonna quit drinkin....eddie got lots of hugs and pats on the back that night....he left around midnight...and we watched as he walked sober and clean to the door and disappeared into the night...

saturday the bar had live music...a jazz trio...some hotties came from downtown...it was a good crowd that night...many of the regulars....and last call eddy was on his favorite stool...i went over to last call and asked “i thought you quit drinkin eddy?”.....in slurred speech eddy tried to focus...”tomorrow...i'm quitin tomorrow”...i gave his boney shoulder a squeeze...”tomorrow will be just fine...eddy...tomorrow.....

(update 9/26/2013) ...i got an email from a long time friend...he said last call eddy entered a rehab in florida....and is in contact with his daughter...

(2/18/2014...probably the last update for eddy...) it saddens me greatly to report that eddy died a few weeks ago in a florida hospice...)...bsp

(7/23/2014) I received an email from eddy's daughter...thanking me for writing about him...she said he was not much of a dad but he did try..she also said that she has forgiven him for leaving because she now knows how ill he was...She recently got married and they are living with her mom...and helping her...

   The last line of her letter has me in tears..."I'm pregnant with a boy..and we are going to name him Edward."