I remember this little hole in the wall dive bar I used to go to, to drown my sorrows.
Tuesdays was quarter draft night. Yes, draft glasses of beer where only a quarter way back then. And you could still smoke in a bar.
Sometimes my father-in-law came in and we'd shoot the shit till the wee hours - oh my god that man could drink! Its like alcohol didnt effect him.
Mostly I remember playing pool in the back. I got quite good - in fact I would usually run the table. I became "the guy to try and beat" - im not bragging - simply the truth - I was that good.
But there was this one guy - Al , oh how I remember Al. Smooth gentleman, quiet type - He would beat me every single time. People would actually start gathering around to watch Al kick my ass, lol.
Closest I ever came to beating him was we drew a tie one game.
Anyway, this song on the jukebox was one of my fondest memories of those days - takes me back.
(yes kids, jukeboxes where actually a thing)
