May 7, 2013 scottcjones 1Comment

Once the Subaru was sold and gone from my life, things began to turn around for me. I got a job waiting tables in a kind of urban country club called the East River Club. The place was located in the financial district and was housed inside several climate controlled warehouses which sprawled across a full city block. Inside the warehouses were multiple swimming pools, various gyms, two spas, four steam rooms, glassed-in squash courts, and not one but two restaurants. One restaurant was a fancy diner for members looking for protein shakes and club sandwiches to go. The second…