Lebanon, IN

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Sep 13, 2010
Following the white rabbit
Tonight finds me in Lebanon, IN. After a trying day of last minute covering for someone who called in hungover/sick/dead/whatever and scrambling down to Indiana to pick up a load going to Florida I was finally able to stop here, get a much needed bite to eat, and relax for a bit.
I stopped here to visit Johnny's next to the Flying J truck stop. I have been visiting this place for years. It has changed hands and names a couple of times, and has even been remodeled, but it is still a trucker bar.
When I walked in, wearing khakis, a nice shirt, bow tie, and Homburg hat, I was immediately greeted by the bartender and had a beer placed in front of my favorite seat at the bar. It's nice to be so far from home and be known.
One guy wearing a cheap straw cowboy hat, not even a trucker, started trying to screw with me about my Homburg, but the bartender, sweetheart that she is, immediately lit into him and let him know that she liked me a lot more than she liked him (I am a regular there) and if he wanted to start trouble she would make sure he was the one riding in the back of a police car after he lost the fight.
I couldn't help but chuckle. He just shut up and drank his drink. I didn't hear any more from him.
I am back in my truck now, getting ready to climb in the bunk. I had a good time in the bar, talking with a couple of fellow drivers, drinking a few beers, and smoking a few bowls. I even had one young lady give me a kiss smack on the lips after telling me how much she liked the smell of my tobacco.
Once the karaoke crap started I decided to call it a night.
I can't stand it despite the fact that I sing like a bird.
Ever hear a buzzard?
I am convinced that "karaoke" literally translates from Japanese to English as "Revenge for Hiroshima".
Anyway, my bowl of Frog Morton On The Town is about finished now so I am going to give my pillow some head.
Oh, by the way, I think I have some sort of chest cold as I have had a nasty cough for the past couple of days, complete with all the nasty stuff such a cough brings up. Hopefully that will pass soon.
Oh, I should mention, just for your amusement, that my CB handle is Frog Morton. Confuses the heck out of most drivers but once in a while someone actually gets it.



Jan 23, 2011
Here is to finding a bit of joy friend (raising a glass), not always easy to do in this world, sleep well bro.



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Mar 23, 2011
don't know if it is true but i heard once that karaoke literally translated to "tone deaf."



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Jul 13, 2010
Great story. Hope you sleep well and get to where you need to go safely.



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Jul 30, 2010
Norman, Oklahoma
don't know if it is true but i heard once that karaoke literally translated to "tone deaf."
Don't know if you were joking or not, but if you were I missed the joke! :P hahaha.... It actually translates to something along the lines of "Empty Orchestra", which is not as much fun :)

Mar 20, 2011
Awesome story. I hope you get as many z's as you need to feel fresh and ready to go when you wake. Have a good one sir.



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Dec 14, 2009
Birmingham, AL
Sounds like a decent evening.
It's nice to have a place where they appreciate The Good people, knows how to deal with The Bad ones.

And, I bet you're glad it wasn't one of The Ugly ones that liked your tobacco. :D



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Mar 27, 2010
Mason… I really enjoy your posts. My Stepfather was an independent trucker. I spent a good part of my summers during my early teens traveling with him. Many of the story’s you share bring back some great memories. He ran a Conventional Kenworth and hauled mainly frozen food and produce in the western U.S. and Canada.
Now he didn’t wear khakis and a Homburg hat, but my Mom did starch and press military creases into his Levis. The starch was so they still looked neat and crisp even after a couple days in the truck.
Travel safe :puffy:



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Mar 9, 2010
I enjoy Mason's posts a lot myself. I spent a long time working in truck stops. First in Wisconsin and later running the restaurant in a small stop in Ohio. Got to be good friends with a lot of drivers.