Wolfe’s Woofers: Night Watchman

Saturday, September 14th, 2013

Dennis-Wolfe-Wolfes-Woofers“Hey, Sandy,” I said. “It sure is good to see you. When did you get in?”

“I flew in from Minnesota today,” she said. “I figured I would be the first one here from the Jerry Jeff group but I see Gary beat me here.”

“Yeah, Gary’s been here for a couple of days,” I told her. “He’s been playing bass with me and we’ve been having a blast.

It’s a shame you got here so late tonight because we played some great tunes.”

As the bartenders put the shutters on the bar, Gary came walking over with his guitar on his back.

“Hi, Sandy,” he said. “You missed a fun time tonight.”

“That’s what Dennis was telling me.”

“Are you going to the park to get something to eat?” Gary asked me.

“Let’s go,” I said. “I’ll leave the golf cart here and come back for it. Come on Sandy, we’ll walk you back downtown.”

As we passed by Ruby’s Hotel, Sandy said, “Can you guys wait a minute for me?”

“Sure.”

Ruby’s was closed and dark at 1:00 a.m. but the sign said, “Ring The Bell For The Night Watchman.” Sandy stood there pressing the bell.

“All right. Hold on. I’m coming,” we heard someone upstairs say.

We heard a door unlatch and the night watchman made his way down from the third floor. At the office, he got his keys out and opened the rear office door. Then, he unlocked the front office door.

“Well, what do you want?” he asked Sandy.

She said, “I was just wondering why you can’t ring the bell yourself.”

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