Located on the corner of Bridge Street and Washington Avenue in Cedarburg, Wisconsin, is a nice little restaurant and bar called “Maxwell’s.” I’ve never been in it, but I’ve heard it’s a pretty nice place to eat and watch a sporting event.
During one of my days off from work each week, weather permitting, my father and I drive from his home right past this bar to his second wife’s final resting place about a half mile down Bridge Street.
This bar held some significance for my father’s second wife. This is the place that my dad’s second wife’s first husband spend a lot of time drinking, socializing, and away from his family. Even when my dad’s second wife’s husband lost his driver’s license, my dad’s second wife would drive her husband down to this drinking establishment. A few hours later, she would come back to pick him up. I guess the family would rather have their father and husband drinking at a bar than at home with them. He, obviously, was willing to oblige.
As we were stopped in front of the bar, waiting for the light to turn green, my father made the comment that he couldn’t understand how this gentleman would rather drink away the hours, rather than be home with a wonderful woman and family that my father married into many years later. I must admit, I have wondered the same thing many times myself.
My father was married to his second wife for twelve years and never, not once, did they ever fight, argue, or even so much as say a nasty word to each other. I never saw either one of them where they weren’t smiling or laughing.
First, there are times when I, too, have let my priorities fall into discord. I know I should be doing something else, but I am selfish and decided to do something that is strictly for myself. I believe that sometimes you have to do something just for yourself. There are other times that I have to admit I would have had more fun doing something with, or for, someone else.
I do enjoy my “alone time,” but I really enjoy my “together time” with my friends and relatives. Sometimes the smallest effort to get together pays huge dividends. Some of the best times I’ve ever had came when I wasn’t really “up to it.”
The second reason for discussing this topic is that there are times when I have to convince someone to get out and enjoy themselves. Normally, I’ll ask a few times. If I’m turned down enough times, I just stop asking them and put them on the back burner. If they’re interested, they’ll let me know.
I guess I subscribe to the theory that if at first you don’t succeed, don’t try skydiving. Believe me when I tell you folks, I have fallen to earth many, many times. It’s still worth the chance, though.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
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