When You Meet Nancy

I had never met Nancy Novak. I’d heard her name, but our paths had never crossed. She was working at Coca-Cola.  Novak’s Bar & Grill didn’t exist. Nancy was throwing parties for other people and serving drinks to friends in her modest house in North St. Louis across a short stand-alone bar too short to lie on for body shots. Although, drunken attempts were likely made by the Gayborhood/Mich Light football folks. If it could be done, they were the ones to do it!

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