I worked at Charlie's Liquor Store, sometimes on 19th Street, but mostly at a little place off a Big Bear (?) grocery store on S. Congress. I think the one on what is now MLK worked a "19th Hole" into the name of the place somehow.
A veritable education every night there--all kinds of drunks--one lady who bought a case of Old Forester Bottled in Bond every week. Another guy got a gallon of Gallo Pink White Port every night. Whatever floats your boat.
One night we sold out of all the pints and half pints in the store--and they never sold well at all. On the way home the marquee at the nearby convention center welcomed the Southern Baptist Convention. There had to be a connection.
A veritable education every night there--all kinds of drunks--one lady who bought a case of Old Forester Bottled in Bond every week. Another guy got a gallon of Gallo Pink White Port every night. Whatever floats your boat.
One night we sold out of all the pints and half pints in the store--and they never sold well at all. On the way home the marquee at the nearby convention center welcomed the Southern Baptist Convention. There had to be a connection.