The Curse of The Corner Bar

I'm a regular at Sedgwicks. Here


A couple of times a week I stop in, usually get a burger, sit and watch a game with friends and other regulars. Left to right that's my roommate, me, and a softball teammate, Joe.


It really is a great place. The food is way better than the average bar fare. The beer selection is above par. The prices are reasonable for the nieghborhood. And the staff is awesome. Not to mention down right beautiful.



But the bar has a dark side that is just starting to come out.

In early October one of the regulars went for an eye exam saying he couldn't see well. They examiner sent him immediately to the hospital. Brad had 90% kidney failure at the time. (Note: He's been on the wagon since the first of the year and even last night, his birthday, he was only drinking iced tea). He's undergoing dialisys three times a week and is scheduled for a transplant in January.

The Saturday before Thanksgiving, Adam, another regular, was in watching football games. Upon leaving Adam, who lives above the bar, discovered that he didn't have his house keys. Using the logic unique to those that have consumed too much alcohol he decided that he could just scramble over the deck and climb through his kitchen window. He didn't get in. He was found in the alley, calling for help, and is now in tranction with a severe spinal injury.

Yesterday, bartender Joe was hanging something on the wall. Now I wasn't there but I'll make an assumption that the "ladder" being used was not OSHA approved. He fell and has three bruised ribs.

So what to make of all this.

1. The bar is cursed and we should stop going there
2. Bad things come in threes and we can sound the all clear
3. Brad's kidneys are an outlier and the third bad thing is yet to come

I'll tell you one thing. I'm keeping my two feet firmly planted on terrafirma for the foreseeable future.