Scotch and Irish don’t mix, you said and I laughed at the pun. Until the time you got into a fight with a taxi driver, who let us off in the Bowery after 1 a.m. The choice was walk or fight, he said. Thank God you chose walking.
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nice!
Ha ha ha. Nice one, Susan
Hubby is always fighting with taxi drivers, especially when he has taken in one too many. 
This ex of mine was brilliant, but not so nice to be around when he had one too many. That’s why he’s an ex, but oh such a nice man otherwise.
I quite like this, Susan. And it reminds me -for some reason- of Henry Miller. Problem the alcohol and the Bowery.
I wrote “problem” but meant “probably.” Whoops!
got what you meant, and really–it was quite a “Milleresque” time of my life
Such a circumstance… wise choice.
Thanks, Nelle. This might grow into a short story.