Emotional Ballast
Every woman needs a good mechanic, a good hairdresser and a good bar and The Redlight is my good bar. That’s what I told Bill who owns my favorite bar a few weeks ago. When he handed me my beer he said, “I’d think a woman like you would need a good lawyer too.” I told Cheryl that I didn’t know what he was talking about and she laughed. We both know that left to my own devices I would probably dance with the devil come what may and to heck with the consequences. Actually, there’s no probably about it if the not so distant past is any indication. And I’ve noticed that not much about that seems to be changing with age. Why not and what the hell are still two of my favorite attitudes that just seem to slide on naturally with a pair of cowboy boots, a bright scarf and eyeliner that I’m partial to. I know myself and because I know myself and my propensity to gravitate towards trouble disguised as a good time I know that I need emotional ballas...