CH2, August 2009
Charlie Wetmore is a jerk.
Or at least that is what I thought before we sat down together for a drink, at my request.
So, I am sitting at a bar with Bluffton Town Councilman Charlie Wetmore. He’s having a coke (ah, a man of the people) and I am juggling a Corona and my pen.
We’ve been here before, at the same bar that is. And those nights when we happened to be at the same place at the same time – whether it be corn hole night at Monster Pizza, open-mic night at Station 70, or live music night at Corks – endeared me to Charlie. He can throw ‘em back with the best of us. And I like that. (In fairness, who don’t I love when I’m throwing them back?)
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