Dom
About 6-8 weeks ago, Houlihan’s in Fairway, KS was closed for good. Every once in a while, I drive through to the parking lot to the grocery store that once shared the same parking space. I reminisce.
The one person I think of is a man I called Dom. Dom wasn’t short for Dominic. Never knew his real name. I called him Dom because it was short for “Dirty Old Man”.
Dom had to have been in his mid to late 70’s. He was a regular. He always hung out at the bar. Small frame. Thinning white hair. He walked sort of bent over because he had a bad back. He also had trouble seeing.
He may have had vision problems but he had absolutely had no problems observing the fairer sex. He had a cell phone. With his cell phone, he’d look across the U-shaped bar to scout for women. He’d zoom in on different parts of their anatomy. When he found one he’d like, he’d amble on over and chat.
Dom would chat up wives and single ladies. Age ain’t nothing but a number. I’ve seen him hit on high school ladies all dressed up for prom. Don’t know if he chatted up the servers or not. Perhaps he did.
Then all of a sudden, he stopped showing up. I figured it was because his health took a turn for the worse. Good ol’ Dom. What a memorable guy.
