6
I was feeling good about the presentations and wanted to get out and celebrate a little. I’d taken to walking all over town since my only transportation was a motorcycle. It was great through the summer, but with winter in full swing, I was wishing I had something with a roof.
O’Kelley’s was wall to wall people when I made it through the door. A Friday night always brought a crowd, and Hudson told me in November that he was busier in the winter than the summer. Something about locals who stick around and like to drink since there was nothing else to do in MacKellar Cove when it was so cold. I thought he was joking.
I pushed my way to the bar and managed to catch Hudson’s attention. He nodded and kept working until he could bring a beer over to me.
“It’s nuts in here,” I said.
He nod
