Was she a Hooker that worked in a Bar ? ?I had a very accidental and pleasing event some years ago. As I said, i try to indulge myself every year so with a bar stool and O'Brien. This particular day in the late 90s saw me in the middle of a six month assignment just outside San Fran. Place called Sunnyvale. It is a Saturday and I drag myself to the train for a trip into San Fransisco itself. I find a comfortable stool in a place which has taps on the counter and generally a Victorian feel.
The bar was called Vesuvius. Unknown to me at that time, while I was enjoying a great work of literature I was sitting in the place where Kerouac started to write "On the Road".
But - and this may sound like a trend - the afternoon had different connotations.
While I was reading at the bar, the barman and the barmaid staged a very odd conversation right in front of me. He asked her what time she was finishing work at and what her plans were afterwards. She replied that she was finishing within the hour and had zero plans. He expressed mock surprise that such a beautiful young woman had no plans on a Saturday. It was all very arch.
I looked up from my book. They were directly in front of me, with him jerking his head in her direction.
I took the hint (more of a direct order in reality), and suggested that this Irishman knew little about the city and could possibly profit from a local guide.
That was the second time that a copy of O'Brien ended up in the pocket of a jacket of mine hung on the chair of a beautiful young woman.
The book should be diamond shaped and pale blue.