Connie Has a Cold One, but It’s Not in a Mug

Connie Has a Cold One, but It’s Not in a Mug
    When I think of pioneers, I think of beef jerky, primitive cooking supplies, and hearts full of hope. I picture covered wagons and Laura Ingalls Wilder wearing a charming bonnet while her dog frolics through oversized grass. But after today, I have a new image of a pioneer. Her name is Connie Waldt. She’s a bartender at Chug A Mug in Baltimore, Maryland, and I could almost taste the beer and feel the bar’s atmosphere in her voice while we talked on the phone. I imagine a quick-witted lady who can handle herself, someone who knows how to pour a drink and when not to. As Connie described her workplace, I could see her regulars sitting on bar stools, mugs in hand, passing pleasant hours while snow flurries danced over nearby sidewalks. So what makes this bartender a pioneer? She’s done something remarkable, something brave and beautiful. It’s something that required extra effort at a time when she was very ill. She had to endure discomfort, take a risk, and spend hard-earned money. And she had to accept a lot of help from others, a challenge in and of itself. When she decided to take it on, she didn’t really even know what she was getting into. “I saw a flyer in my doctor’s office,” she said, “and I asked her, ‘What’s this?’” In life
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