“Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head. But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning red. Crying’s not for me…” I was five years old and this was my favorite song to play on the jukebox at the Thirsty Bear Pub outside of Rhinelander, WI. The bar was dark with the smell of old wood and sour beer dominating the air.
I was having a great time! I loved the statue of the bear that welcomed customers into the bar, the fact that I got to sit up at the bar with my dad, that the bar tender poured me my favorite bar drink (a kiddy cocktail), and that I was allowed to pick a song on the jukebox. And there I was. Five years old, sitting at the bar with my dad, cocktail in hand, singing along to “Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head,” and beaming from ear to ear.
– Written by Mr. T on August 7, 2011