12 Sundays
By R.W. Clinger
March 13
I will not be held accountable for Ford’s actions. Yes, I’ll make sure he gets home safely from today’s binge drinking…Something he calls the Best Beer Crawl in Pittsburgh. And yes, I’ll make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit, if he vomits somewhere in the bar. But no…I will not be held accountable for what happens in between. He’s thirty-six and can take care of himself. He’s not a frat boy anymore. He’s not in college like the rest of the men around us. Nor is he a child. Christ, he’s a grown man and has his own plumbing business, Mr. Plunger, and runs almost two dozen trucks around the city to do home and business repairs to pipes and sewage whatnots. He can take care of himself.
Or maybe not…
We spend an hour or more at Lucky Charms, a bar
