Monday, June 9, 2025
Time: 5:20 PM
Song: Drinkin’ in the Morning
Artist: Trampled By Turtles
Mode of Consumption: Listening to MP3s on Shuffle on the way home after selling some records.
Link to song: https://open.spotify.com/track/7vCSpR1O4fnSuIByysisan?si=cd151dfee22a430b
I sold three lots of records off of Marketplace today, and I dropped them off to the buyer at Sterling Towers in Sterling. It’s a tall building (for Sterling) designed to be a retirement community. I think I had only been there once, many years ago when I helped a friend move his grandmother into an apartment there.
After making the sale, I turned onto Freeport Road heading north out of Sterling.
It was a familiar route.
Back in the journalism days, I made that trip quite a few times early in the morning after deadline.
Some nights we would go to Johnny’s, a bar and grill just south of Sterling Towers on Freeport Road.
We’d buzz over from the newspaper, sometimes two or three of us sports department junkies, still wired from deadline, maybe even from games that were covered a few hours earlier.
Usually, we’d arrive about midnight with closing time an hour later. We’d down a few beers. Watch highlights of national games where we likely knew the winners and maybe a scoring leader or two from the roundups we’d just printed. We’d talk about local sports. About journalism. Blowing off steam, hoping there weren’t any big errors in the section likely just hitting the presses.
When the taps were capped for the night, we’d wander out to our cars. Probably mumbling farewells and rambling about things to be done the next day.
I’d crawl behind the wheel, the glow of the dashboard before me, and drive home north on Freeport Road. Quickly out of city of limits.
I’d drive thinking something would need to change eventually. Some nights wishing the change would come the next day. Some nights hoping things could always stay this way.
I don’t drink much anymore.
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