This Is Not My First Dive Bar

But you wouldn’t know by the way I’m treated in them.

Photo by Matthew Henry on Unsplash

I remember my first dive bar, when I had no clue how to navigate through the crowd, or belly up to the bar. I was in my mid-twenties and newly divorced, about as green as you can get.

It took practice and hanging out with some bar people to learn the ropes. My husband had been in Seminary, and I had been a teacher. Not exactly bar…