Around 10 am I’m driving back to the Coffee house to have breakfast. I’m going to work today on my computer doing email and booking. Renee comes by a little later and we chat a bit. She’s extremely nice and I’m looking forward to coming back on a Friday or Saturday when I have more people.
It’s amazing how fast time goes by when I’m on the computer. All over sudden it’s 5 pm and I certainly need to get going for a couple of hours. Tomorrow I play in Watchung, NJ at the Arts Center which is about 6 hours Southeast. It is sunny and the drive is beautiful.
I’m not going to be on the road for hours and so I take the time to explore. I see a sign that says something about a historic district. It’s a little village called Brooksville and I take the chance to check it out.
I wanna go just a little further and end up in Dubois, PA where I take a motel. It has also a bar and I’m starving. I eat something and have a couple of beers. It’s Friday evening and the place starts filling up fast. You can easily do a social study here and I must say I’m fascinated watching several parties playing pool and getting absolutely hammered on shots until I’m ready to retire to bed. I try to sleep but somehow it won’t work. I try for a couple of hours until I go back to the bar to get some water a little snack. It’s about 1:30 am and the place is out of control. The customers doubled and the amount of wasted people is simply amazing - well after all it’s Friday evening, no Saturday morning but something tells me that this is how it is every day. I get my water, some potato chips and go back to my room.
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Hi Hans. I came upon your blog by doing a search for DuBois, PA. I have lived here most of my life and a think that you are on the money with your observations. What bar were you talking about? I may have a story to tell you about the place.
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