The Bluegrass Tavern Chronicles(page-9)

                                                                Marty Taylor

                                                                  Chapter 4

     Marty Taylor was an original Bluegrass Tavern scholar, highly intelligent, a well-read man, and a philosophical humorist. He was a dead ringer to Jerry Garcia(lead singer of The Grateful Dead), a doppelganger indeed, I and others often told him that too; Marty loved his fat cigars and the illegal ones too alongside a cold mug of premium beer. Once he nestled in on a barstool, you just knew you were going to be lectured on anything and everything that sprouted from his educated and nourished mind, and always entertaining. He looked like an Einsteinian maestro conducting a symphony with his cigar, his expressionism was priceless, wholly engulfed in his Aristotelian motif, and dead right about every word that spewed out of his consummated mouth. 

     Marty was a symbol of love, he never had any negative energy, and loved a conversation with anyone who would take the time to lend an ear. Joe Lawrence was wise and well read too but Marty knew more and that undermined Joe’s intellect, yet Marty was such a natural mystic, he eased up any tension with a joke or a laugh, Joe seemed to try in vain to overshadow Marty, I think because Marty was better educated and this betrayed Joe’s ego. But, Marty never crossed anyone, and if things got heated, Marty would buy a 12-pack of beer and head home. 

      I and many others loved Marty, his penchant for knowledge and his bestowing that knowledge to the underprivileged barroom drunks was well received and appreciated. He conquered in the name of History, Science, and Art, he's an exalted God in the chamber of high drifting barroom smoke that floats and creeps aloft the pool tables and bar stools. Marty was one of a kind, and he's the person you want sitting beside you at the trough of flowing beer, yes, he’ll dole out infinite wisdom but more importantly, his smile alone will impart more religion upon you than any leeching and money-grabbing Southern Evangelical, and you'll know it within minutes too. 

     Marty Taylor is an improvement to civilization and his shrug for stupidity is an invading concept, and an empty mind is an empty beer mug. Marty was an idealist yet as real as they come. Here's to you my dear friend, Marty Taylor.