Christina

Anywho, my dad would pick up night and weekend shifts as a bartender around town. And on Saturday mornings, my nine-year-old sister and I would pack into his blue Chevy station wagon and head to our Saturday morning shift at a bar called Shimshack's, a.k.a. Shimmy's. When I say our shift, I mean it. My sister and I would take orders, pour beers, and handle money while my dad smiled on in pride.

Anywho, my dad would pick up night and weekend shifts as a bartender around town. And on Saturday mornings, my nine-year-old sister and I would pack into his blue Chevy station wagon and head to our Saturday morning shift at a bar called Shimshack's, a.k.a. Shimmy's. When I say our shift, I mean it. My sister and I would take orders, pour beers, and handle money while my dad smiled on in pride.

And then in parentheses it says he worked too. Imagine an irritated five-year-old walking up to you from behind the bar and using a bored tone as they ask, what are you having?

And then in parentheses it says he worked too. Imagine an irritated five-year-old walking up to you from behind the bar and using a bored tone as they ask, what are you having?

So fun. So fun. I mean, how would you, I guess you'd have to be up on a higher. Yeah. They'd have to build you a little ramp.

So fun. So fun. I mean, how would you, I guess you'd have to be up on a higher. Yeah. They'd have to build you a little ramp.

Yes. Coach kind of was like a five-year-old. Right. It says, Right. And they were alcoholics, but okay. I mean, all of it combined.

Yes. Coach kind of was like a five-year-old. Right. It says, Right. And they were alcoholics, but okay. I mean, all of it combined.

Despite how this might sound, I have nothing but fond memories of opening the bar with my sister and dad, knowing what the usual was for the regulars, learning how to pour the perfect draft beer, and fighting with my sister over what TV shows we would have on the old dingy TV above the bar. I usually won, and we would watch dinosaurs. Oh, I remember that.

Despite how this might sound, I have nothing but fond memories of opening the bar with my sister and dad, knowing what the usual was for the regulars, learning how to pour the perfect draft beer, and fighting with my sister over what TV shows we would have on the old dingy TV above the bar. I usually won, and we would watch dinosaurs. Oh, I remember that.

My dad passed away in April after a very long and complicated health battle. During his services, I looked around the packed room of guests, and there, sitting in the corner, was the shimmies crew. The ones who got to know us, helped teach us life lessons, and came to visit us every Saturday morning. Shit.

My dad passed away in April after a very long and complicated health battle. During his services, I looked around the packed room of guests, and there, sitting in the corner, was the shimmies crew. The ones who got to know us, helped teach us life lessons, and came to visit us every Saturday morning. Shit.

I hadn't seen many of them in over 30 years, but I recognized them immediately. Most of them, well now into their 60s and 70s, would sheepishly walk up to me and start with, you probably don't remember me, but I absolutely did. It would only take a minute before we would be reminiscing about the good old days at the bar and telling ridiculous stories about sugar in his heyday. Love you both.

I hadn't seen many of them in over 30 years, but I recognized them immediately. Most of them, well now into their 60s and 70s, would sheepishly walk up to me and start with, you probably don't remember me, but I absolutely did. It would only take a minute before we would be reminiscing about the good old days at the bar and telling ridiculous stories about sugar in his heyday. Love you both.

Proud of you both. Stay sexy and toast one up for sugar tonight. Sugar. Megan. Oh, my God.

Proud of you both. Stay sexy and toast one up for sugar tonight. Sugar. Megan. Oh, my God.

Well, and also I think in Wisconsin, bar culture is pretty like neighborhood bars, right? Definitely. It's all, they're into it. So it's kind of like, yeah, they're repping their team. Those are their people. That's beautiful. What a sweet story.

Well, and also I think in Wisconsin, bar culture is pretty like neighborhood bars, right? Definitely. It's all, they're into it. So it's kind of like, yeah, they're repping their team. Those are their people. That's beautiful. What a sweet story.

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