The Dive Bomber: Just One More Time? If You Insist...

​There's one in every bar, and he always manages to find me. At Just One More Time, he was 50 years old and complaining about living with his parents.

No, he wasn't taking care of elderly parents. He was crashing on their glassed-in porch, where he's got a bed and a TV. He doesn't live with his 13-year-old daughter because he can't get along with her.


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He told me an aged, off-color joke regarding a groom taking a whiff of his bride's nether-region and asking if it would keep until their wedding night. When I gave him a blank stare, he explained, "It's because she didn't wash her vagina!" I continued to stare while he mumbled, eventually saying, "I don't know why things are put together the way they are. The crotch is the armpit of the legs."

Later, after he wandered down to Fairview Inn, the bartender apologized. "He tells that joke to everyone who comes in here. I've told him that he's got to stop telling it to women he doesn't know."