It was stone dead quiet inside the South Jetty. No TV, no radio. Even the video lottery machines were silent despite two OTAs playing line games and losing. <\/p>\n
I was editing a manuscript, a novel written by a former Navy carrier bombardier, about his experience in the Vietnam War. This book is soaring. I love helping bring the writer’s dream to fruition. <\/p>\n
Something entered my peripheral vision. An OTA woman dressed in gray sweatpants was standing in front of the digital jukebox. In all my visits to the South Jetty, I had never seen a single person patronize it. No! I craved silence to read the wonderful novel and give it my full attention. <\/p>\n
She punched up a selection and I braced for impact. I didn’t brace well enough. <\/p>\n
A sonic explosion blasted me out of my chair and the manuscript went flying. I’d never heard the song before and it was awful, a mix of rock, rap, metal, country and crap. The guitar solo rattled my colon. The fluorescent lights flickered. I had an instant headache. <\/p>\n
The woman at the jukebox turned to me, cupped her hands to her mouth and yelled, \u201cI’m sorry!\u201d<\/p>\n
She came up to me and said she had picked the wrong \u201cHallelujah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Wrong Hallelujah\u2014great band name.<\/p>\n
She wanted Leonard Cohen’s \u201cHallelujah\u201d but somehow got Shim’s. Shim? We’d both never heard of him. Or was it a band? <\/p>\n
I accepted her apology and the bartender mercifully turned down the sound on the jukebox.<\/p>\n
The woman went back to the jukebox and made another selection. Jesus, what was next.<\/p>\n
\u201cCocaine\u201d by Eric Clapton came on. The woman started dancing and turned around to me and said, \u201cThis takes me back.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had no doubt. <\/p>\n\n
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