I Believe
By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective
08 September 2003
On most nights, you can find me belly to the bar at Charlie's in Harvard Square, feasting on the meatloaf special and a glass of Harpoon I.P.A. I like to take my dinner there because they have four televisions in a row above the mirror, and because the other regulars are as interesting a mob as you will find in the city. Two of the televisions will usually be showing the Red Sox game, and the other two will be tuned into CNN or MSNBC.
Jen, the bartending warrior-goddess who runs the ship at Charlie's, is as news savvy as anyone can be from watching television. One of these days, on a slow night, I am going to sit down with her and fill in the gaps that linger still in her understanding of present matters within and without the United States of America. Those gaps are not her fault. She goes to the television for her information, and the television is a liar. In this, she is like many Americans. I can't sit down with all of my fellow citizens, but I can bend Jen's ear the next time things are dull. I can tell her what I believe.
It seems Will Pitt can't keep his mouth shut in bars. Does Ty work at Charlie's?
Pitt can't even get straight what he drinks. In another thread he says:
walked down to my favorite bar and fired down a pint of Mojo IPA
In this thread he says he drinks:
Harpoon I.P.A.
Pitt can't even keep his drinks straight. How can we expect him to get his bars and bouncers' names right?
Charlie's doesn't have a bouncer though. They do have great cheesburgers.