This story is from a diary I sporadically kept in 1983. It’s a another Saturday night with friends (Bill Wheeler, Keith Hanson, Jay Carbon, Wayne Podolak, and Mike Hanson), this time at a hockey game.
Saturday night (Jan. 22, 1983): Wheels and I drove into Dez’s to meet Keith, Jay, Wayne, Mike, and others before the hockey game.
We parked at Tower records. Went in to buy the new Utopia album but they were all out. Shoot, I usually like to buy an album at Tower, leave the package face up in my car’s window so they know I bought something there.
The Breakers were lousy. Portland cleaned up despite the crowd chants of “Portland sucks.” Real class fans at these hockey games. Rodney Dangerfield said he went to the fights and a hockey game broke out. Keith, Wayne, Wheels, and Mike wanted to split after the 2nd period. We stayed for the 3rd and said, “Jay and I would meet them back at the tavern in Renton.” There were a few more goals scored in the last period but the Breakers still lost.
Jay and I walked back to my car. My car wasn’t where it used to be. Lots of people’s cars weren’t where they used to be. Jay and I made the 10-block walk to Lincoln Towing. I thought and expressed to Jay how a person chooses everything as well as his response to external events beyond his control. I still had to pay $50.58. Got a free Lincoln Towing key-chain out of it.
We drove back to the Tav and burned on the way. Listened to Elvis.
Told my stories and Keith, Wayne, Wheels, and I went to dinner at Red Robin. Retold our stories and ate ribs. Told new stories and drank our drinks. Laughed until we could laugh no more. Said goodnight.
Wheels and I dropped off at Caruso’s before we went home. It was 1:30 a.m. Wheels drinks Smith & Kearns. I had a Jack Daniels rocks. Came home, put on the tape, ‘Nobody else’s hand’ and dreamt.
6 replies on “Another Saturday Night”
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ love it Bill! Thanks for always sharing
Thank you kindly. Looking back on one’s wayward self is always amusing.
Such a blast from the past of the good life!
Thank you Mary. I’m still friends with all my grade and high school mates.
I absolutely love your writing style…it subtly draws the reader in and then holds them their till the end….brilliant! More please…
Thank you Bob. My greatest wish is that I’d been a more dedicated writer back in my wild and crazy days, but having fun trumped chronicling it, so there only is what there is. But, still more to come.