Occasionally, he would stop in the evening, get a pitchur of beer, Strohs, our most popular draft beer at that time, and sit back, relax, and enjoy the evening.
We had two department stores in town at that time, Carrolls and Kings, each had window trimmers, who were openly gay, both very nice and regular customers. We also had good food, steaks and burgers cooked over a charcoal fire, at that time, we had the only onein town, so nightly, we did a great food business, only beer, no license for anything harder. Anyway, the three hit it off well.
Bud Crow was in eating one evening, he is another whole blog, and we were talking with him. Bud was a big man, did heavy construction work during the week, and return to Newark on the weekends to his "place" which had a little "wagering" and a "girl or two" .... well, Newark was a "wide open" town in those days. The phone rang, and it was Yvonne from a nearby bar, which was in a cellar, and catered to the negro drinkers in town. She needed some change, so Bud and I took some down to her.
Bud and I were sitting at the bar, talking with her, and down the steps comes this vision of lovileness in a flowing kelly green shimmering dress, white spiked heel shoes, and a white boa type fur thing, I looked at Bud, he said, "Yea, it is." He/she lit at the bar and had a drink. after a while one of the patrons asker her/him to dance, she/he accepted, as they were dancing, word got back to the man dancing with the "vision" about who he/she was dacing with, bedlahm followed, a heck of a fight broke out.
Bud and I ducked out and left the mayham behind. Francois came in for coffee the following Monday, things were back to normal.
