"To Save a Lopsided Sparrow" (Part Three - End Chapters "Home Sweet Home")

Part Three: Home Sweet Home-

Chapter

A Soldier Goes Home

Shannon O'Day, back into the United States in summer 1919 twenty years old. He had free time along the Rhine with some French soldiers and German girls before the physical trapped his ship back home, not beautiful, more than fairly simple. In the few images he, you have only one view of the Rhine. By the time Shannon O'Day home, and all had come to celebrate. He was too late, hysteria had filled the cities, now have peace, and reactions of the people were back to normal, only to be written, for posterity's sake. Shannon needs someone, anyone would, to speak to one of him, so he could from them all, unbolted.

As people heard Shannon It turned out they wanted his stories to be fictionalized, and he is placed, it would also continue to hear, but it was him drown. He has not as vulnerable to a side show, with his, is unimportant to him, just entertainment for the listener.

During this time did fall in Minnesota, and deep in the city of St. Paul. He slept long hours, eating at a bar and a restaurant called "The Coney Iceland Bar" in St Peter's Street, between the 6th and 7 Roads, it was a short walk from his apartment on Wabasha Street. In the evening, he had on an old fiddle faded brown and black guitar, too small for him, but he had acquired it in one of the many shops along Wabasha farmers.

When drunk, and drunk, he was especially in these months after his return from Europe, and if his friends were drunk at a bar, he was a hero for many, and sober, only to his brother Gus, he was a hero, a small farm a short way outside the city, towards the city Stillwater.

A little ways away from the Coney Bar Iceland that Iceland delicious Coney Hot Dogs, with the RAW unions, and many hamburgers and beans with an Italian sauce and cheese, he would head to the Gem Bar, a multi-bar type Bar with cool reeking odors and moisture a bar

It was a night to Shannon O'Day was home three months, close to winter 1919, when he went to the Gem Bar, she was a waitress, and she smoothed apron when she saw him.

"Do you want a beer?" Sally-Anne Como asked, then thought what she said, "I, my, what would you like sir?"

"Yeah!" Shannon said, with bloodshot eyes and weary, which is scanned when they are as he is in a robot.

"I know your brother, Gus, he's in it and talks about you a lot, girl tells us about your time here in Germany, you know, the First World War?" She was totally fascinated by him.

"I'll bet he does," Shannon said with a laugh.

"Yes, he relays," said Sally-Anne.

"After work one day I would like you to Coney Iceland bar and buy your Coney Iceland, okay?"

"Yes," said Sally-Anne, then added: "Uncle Isaiah says he knows yaw!" Shannon looked at the big Blackman behind a bar, he looked well known: "Yes, I know him, all right," said Shannon, "it's a while since I saw him, he was old when I do a few years ago and He looks old now, I guess I'm surprised to see him come. "

" Well, I guess I better return to work, "she said.

Shannon looked at her, he liked her, he liked them very much and he looked for a long time, "Did you see the newspaper?" He asked.

You have the paper on him, the Saint Paul Pioneer Press. And as he, he looked at Old Uncle Isaiah, the memory of the first time he saw him, took it:

(daydreaming) It was on Negro Roe, that what we all called, we all knew where it was at Rondo, I had never received that the road alone, factually, I had never, that the streets, and she rode it down, she rode around with a few friends through their neighborhood. And this one night, a weekend late at night after the bars closed, I met Hank Lowery and seven Lundberg, Lund Charley and we all went to place Negro to this after hours club. That was the night I met the man she called uncle Isaiah, he had a crow-bar is located on an old wooden table, next to the door after the entrance of the common hours. I use the bouncer.

"Youall OLE Weisser enough to drink?" He asked. He had already let my friends by which a color stamp on the hand.

"All right, all right," he said "no reason to be afraid of this big black nigger, you ever been so close to one before?"

And I did not say a word, and to this day, I have never seen a man so much to laugh, laugh behind his laughter, until he to grasp the stomach, undo a few buttons on his T-shirt, or they'd pop out. I was fourteen years old. Gus was with us, but he had still not shown.

"Jes' Call me Uncle Isaiah, which is their" crowbar not Fer du son, is also the savages, the a-Comin ', yes it is not her ... I know it is not without problems Maker , Cuz you fear to be, yes, man-in dhere, and my guests. "

When you click on the After-Hours Joint uncle Isaiah repeatedly say to me, chidingly, and then jokingly," the Youall goin 'in dhere to try and see dhe black girls ass, pumping up and down within these clothes until someone stops dhem, "then he would back me and say," Hurray! "

" Sally-Anne ', Shannon screamed, and they come and ask him, "Sally-Anne, please do not make up the paper next time, nobody can read them correctly."

They stood a moment, watching it unfold the paper back to iron, the wrinkle on the table with the palms his hands, he liked reading the paper.

"You are an odd," said she, with a special look at her face, "but I like Heroes, I will go to the Coney Iceland bar, whenever you want!"

"Well," said Shannon, "How old are you?"

"I will tell you, but you have to keep it a secret, I'm seventeen years old."

"Yes," said Shannon, "I thought as much."

"You bet."

"Could you not in trouble to lie?"

"I do not know."

", make sure that you know. You can view my Beau, okay?"

"Sure. Now I'm your girl."

", make sure that you sure?" Shannon asked, which is a serious face.

"If you are sure, I am sure, and if you are sure that you love me, I can even safer!"

"Uh, maybe ... hah!"

"Will you love me forever?"

"Sure, why not!"

They are running now, I have to do, "said Sally-Anne, happy as a peacock, flapping their colorful wings.

his empty beer bottle to try it and brought it to the bartender, Isaiah's uncle, and he went back into a box, under him, and he wiped the counters, which he very often.

Chapter Two

Prison

It was in 1921, Shannon O'Day was at the bar Gem reading the paper, reading about two soldiers had been captured, that the last day of the Battle of Verdun, it had her story to a magazine, and newspapers on them, at the national level, as the names of two soldiers, it was the two Shannon had lost invoice.

The excerpt read:

... two guards were in use before the closed door of the small jail ... in the late hours of the night a German soldier with a lantern in hand, across the hall, from cell to cell, which is addressed to all the guards, and ordered the guards stand at attention for inspection. He then in each of the jail cell, so that the door is similar, so the fresh air to enter. The dungeon was damp and dark, and silent. -there was darkness and shadows, especially sleep-men, almost peacefully, until he appears. We were more than a bundle of straw, some men slept deeply, no one tried to escape.

The man they called Captain, in the vicinity of each of us, from high performance within our prison doors, silently standing. He reinforced his hands press against our throats, his eyes have a gesture of terror motionless points for the students, he would bring us to kneel and pray, he would press his revolver on our lips, the whites of his eyes would open wide a dim light in them.

"Ah," he said, "it is that you tonight," and he would be one of us out of the cell, and after the passage through the metal doors of the prison, in addition, never again, or be seen, or heard. Then one day the doors opened and a French officer, an American and British officers stood and one of them said, and I can not remember which one, he said, "Your free, what do you mean by that?"

I thought this at the time, but do not say, but I say it now, what I thought, now that I fully understand: each of us, and all debts for everyone, a whole life in some kind the peaceful social order, beyond that, simply right, it is nothing other than war. No justice, no justice to build for the future, not mandatory service for humanity. I want peace, the last word is what I told him: "We have found peace!"

"What you read, you are so intense?" asked Sally-Anne, Como, according to Shannon.

"There is not much, just a fling of manure, he throws the paper on Sally Anne's box," it belongs in the sewer. "

Chapters three

Gem Bar, Isaiah Christianson

It was old Isaiah Christianson, Uncle Isaiah it for most people knew fifteen years he worked at the Gem Bar, Sally-Anne happy there, it was slow during the day, and they had their nights free. The bar was cool, but dark, as most bars, but the Gem was dimmer, and Shannon O'Day like the bar for that very reason, a quiet kind of bar

Dim perhaps because the owner-Jefferson Manning, never washed the windows. Isaiah would say to customers, the owners did so, and there are the young loud crowd. Isaiah would say, "No one can see, and no body found, therefore no one someone knows the business, and in this way, no one in difficulty. And so he had only the old people, especially old people, a few like Gus and Shannon O'Day, but very few. Old And Isaiah was always very old and slow, and he no longer worked at any time after-hour joints, as he used to some years back, he needed his sleep. He would also play cards and dice with the customers, that is how slow it was. And to be honest, Old Isaiah could not see that much longer, anyways, a thick yellowish gook surrounded his eyes.

Jefferson Mr. Manning was a great man, weighted 400-some pounds. Wore small glasses, ate all day long, eggs and vegetables, hamburgers and fried and fried chicken and watermelon, and cake and tarts, and popcorn, then to Iceland Coney bar, and eat half a dozen Coney hot dogs fat in Iceland a bun with chili sauce, and cheese, and raw onions. He had from the large gas stove in the middle of the bottom of the bar and wash it with two or three beers, then back to his apartment to his Gem Bar, a lunch two hours sleep, and start the routine again and again. But he broke, he needed more money, even if he paid in cash was left to him by his parents. And he thought, as he showed that the two-hour neck a spring day, in 1922, and he looked at the dirty windows, and he saw, and he saw it and an idea.

Chapter Four

Jobless Isaiah

Old Isaiah Christianson was fired, Mr. Manning, the owner of the Gem Bar, came from a nap, when at his window, looked at Sally-Anne, never saw Isaiah, and said: "Sally-Anne, you're the new bartender," Isaiah's dismissal: "I hope you know, their duties, and if you do not, I am sure that it is not all as long as they are from the figure, it is."

Isaiah was in shock, he did not say a word, he was just too dumbfounded that he was a check for the weeks pay and $ 500-US-dollars in cash, for severance pay, saying "I have new plans Isaiah and you are not in them, you just do not fit, sorry! "

So he took a bucket with hot water and soap, and several rages, the windows washed and clean, so clean and clear as the ice on the Mississippi River, just a few blocks away. And he helped them paint, painted the whole bar, walls and all wood work, hired Shannon and Gus and Sally-Anne after hours, and he painted it in two days. Then he bought a large sign that read, "live music, jazz!"

and the crowd started coming in almost immediately, and in two months he was sentenced to more money than he in the entire previous year.

Well, this is not good with Isaiah, not one bit, a distaste for them all, and rented an apartment in the street, through a new joint Hamburger called "White Castle". And he would not on a chair, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and those little hamburgers, eating, after another, and he had the opportunity to all the customers who are in the bar, and he called on Mr. Manning every fat name He could think, and a few are.

a few days he had to curb, to Mr. Manning called the police, and has a court order for him to stop his monkey business, stop, like a pain in the ass for everyone to stop his nonsense. The judge warned him that they are places for mentally ill folk, even though everyone knew it was anger that Isaiah's uncle goat.

And every week, if one of the waiters, the cleaning of Windows now, Isaiah, the earth at the window, he actually had a little supply in the small, white bag, he pulls out a from his coat, and it was in Rules, sand, and he spat in it to make it nice and Gooey, then throw them in the window. He said Shannon one day when he was about to enter the bar, "Youall say, uh, I goin 'to hit him ef'in I ever see him alone."

Chapter Five

death

After a while old Isaiah came from his home on occasions, lost 100-pounds, his 190-pounds, he had at once. His eyes looked like cracked eggs, deep sockets in which the facial skin and unkempt, unshaven, warts and pimples all over him. I am not saying that he forgot what he speaks about the revenge on the fat man, he never forgot he was never to do, and if he, if he did, it was too late, because if he at that point, Mr Manning had died and with him the bag full of sand, which he never once threw his Six Feet Under, then three months after Manning Jefferson died, he died.

Manning died on fifty-three years old, a heart attack. Uncle Isaiah, at 73, of cancer, it seems, after he was fired, he never again made the wound worse than Shannon's in combat, a deeper fear I would say.

It was not long after her death, the windows are dirty again anyway, and one of Manning relative of the last name of the Ingway over the Gem Bar, that was in 1923, they had closed the bar for a spell I guess.

 

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