My dinner with Will

Will is the unlikeliest of friends, at least for me. He's a Vietnam vet, a former Marine. That's not the whole of it. Will is a loudmouth conservative. he's also a friend.
I accuse him of being a "bastid" (the Massachusetts pronounciation of bastard), among other things, and he refers to me as a commie.
But aside from all our differences politically, Will is one of the best people I know. If I needed anything, I could call Will and if he could provide it, he would --no questions asked.
Will and Tony Kiss, the local newspaper's Beer Guy, have been friends for many years and have tales of adventures that I'm not really sure ever happened, but they're great stories.
Add Will's girlfriend and 23-year-old food and arts reporter, Carol Motsinger, and you have an evening of fun.
"You order the wine," Will says. "Get what's good."
Being unemployed, I want to go cheap, and Will is surprised I refer to my job status as unemployed.
"You have your nonprofit," he says.
"Yeah, but I don't get paid for that."
"It's still important work," he says. "You're doing important work."
Rob doesn't get how Will and I can be friends, but friendship is about more than political agreement; it's about who you can call when you need something and about who can make you laugh.
When we got to the restaurant, Will said, "I'll get us a table. I'll say I'm the mayor."
That's fine except she's an African-American woman and he's a white man. The hostess wasn't fooled, but she was charmed and we got a table.
The bartender wanted to hang out with us because we were having so much fun.
It's true Will's a bastid, but he is a lot of fun, and I love it when he's in town.