The funny thing was I used to pass this bar everyday on the way to school on 218. It was O'Neil's bar and I think it opened in the late 80's. I felt like I was in the middle of a Pearl Jam song. The lady behind the counter looked very familiar and I couldn't place her. Finally I said to Josh "I can't remember where I know her." Finally the conversation went like this:
me: How long have you live here?
her: All my life!
me: I haven't been back to Mint Hill in a while, I you are very familiar to me.
her: What school did you go to?
me: Clear Creek, Bain, Northeast, Independence.
her: Oh what year did you graduate.
her: shit, I graduated in 1984 so thanks for making me feel old.
me: sorry, where have you worked.
her: hell everywhere, I drove a bus for six years, worked at Tryon House, many places around town.
me: bus 27? Is your name Wilson?
her: 327! I loved that bus, I think it was the best one they ever built.
I love small town living sometimes. We both got a big kick. If you had told me 22 years ago I would be in a bar shooting pool and my bus driver would serve me a beer, I would ask you what beer tasted like.