The Adventures Of George Mondrut

Some people are hard to forget. George was impossible. You always heard him before you saw him. The door would open, and before your eyes adjusted you would hear it come rolling across the room. Yeahhh babbbby. Then he would take his stool, turn around, and start pointing at people. His tab. His tab. Not his tab. I do not like the way he looks. The whole bar would come apart laughing. And inside that joke, quietly, every single time, George Mondrut was paying for strangers. He was a thin gray haired insurance agent who wore a white dress shirt, gray sweatpants, and white sneakers every day of his life. He had an office nobody ever saw. He knew a spot for everything and never once went alone. And according to the legend nobody could ever confirm, he insured buildings that did not exist and occasionally lost one to fire. He never denied it. The Adventures of George Mondrut is a collection of true stories about an eccentric man with a big heart and a bigger personality, told by the young bartender he took under his wing. It is the story of a Camaro insurance policy that showed up paid in full every year with no explanation. Of two weeks of invented yard work so a broke kid could make rent. Of a fence that did not need painting, painted anyway, followed by happy hour at eleven in the morning because it is happy hour somewhere. It is funny for a long time. Then, near the end, it is not, and that is the point. Eighteen short chapters you can read in any order. Pull up a stool. To all the eccentrics in the world. Do not change. You change lives.