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Submitted by: Bob Neary, Feb 16, 2010 On Monday nights, we always had to wait until Monday Night Football concluded before we could do the the 11pm News. There were a number of times when it was after 1am before we got out of there. I Remember that Dennis used to call over to the night club that was within walking distance to the station and pre-order two drinks---- just to be sure he didn't miss 'last call.' One such nite, after wrapping things up after the 11pm news, we had stopped for a coupla drinks at this bar. Just after 1am we were heading west on Route 6 toward Fairhaven and Mattapoisett. We stopped at a traffic light there --- and there we were --- side by side --- Me in my rotary Mazda and he in his Camaro. We revved up the engines, looked and laughed at each other.... and when the light changed, we stepped on it for first and second gear. This was followed very quickly by the flashing of red lights behind us. The guy must have been sitting there watching us the whole time. Geez... we both got tickets. Guess it could have been worse. Cost me about $50. We never did that again. And by that I mean we didn't race again. We stopped for a few drinks after work many a time. Can't remember the name of that nightclub. Remember that they had a dress code -- no jeans --- They were very strict about that. Had a bouncer that looked like a former boxer. Matter of fact, he was a former boxer. The owner of the bar/nightclub was also a former boxer -- can't remember his name. I do remember that most nights they either had live jazz or someone spinning jazz records --- and they had one of the best jukeboxes around. (Jim Donnelly says: must have been J.C.'s Office. See "Bob Bassett Gets Bullied by a Boxer"). Hadn't been in there for several months and then one night I went in there and it was very quiet. Oh well, work was over, so I ordered a drink and figured people would eventually show up. An hour later, still nobody around. Had visited the jukebox and didn't recognize it. Middle-of-the-road music, almost bubble gum. 'What's going on?,' I remember thinking. Next day, I mentioned it to Dennis. He brought me up to date: Some guy had tried to get in with jeans. The bouncer stopped him. The guy made a fuss and somewhere along the line -- a gun shot rang out. The jeans-wearing customer was shot and died. Always thought it was a great place, but it was never the same after that. |
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