Family Bar

When I met my husband his family owned a neighborhood bar.  I guess in its heyday it used to be really busy.  By the time, I started going there,  they pretty much only had a few regular customers.  My mother-in-law didn't work there anymore.  

I used to love going there.  My father-in-law was the first one that gave me slo gin.  I never liked really strong liquor or beer.  Still don't.  We used to go and play the jukebox.  We would hang out with the old guys and a couple of young guys that came in.  Some times we would see my one sister-in-law and brother-in-law up there.  That's where I really got to know her.

Once when my father-in-law had to go to the VA hospital for months, my husband took a leave of absence from work to work at the bar.  Between him, my sister-in-law and brother-in-law they kept the bar going until he got better.  

I wish I could have seen it when my mother-in-law had to make tons of food.  It would have been so fun.