Trinity pushed the door open with his boot.
The music had already started.
In the glass corner cubicle, the blind disc jockey cranked up a Johnny Horton song about Alaska.
The lights were low and the volume was high
Inside, it could have been eleven at night as easily as eleven in the morning.
Morning meant country music. Music for lifers.
The only American was a wide load perched on a stool at the end of the bar.
Mr. Yee came in after Trinity.
From TRINITY and the SHORT-TIMER
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Street Scene outside Camp Humphreys 1978-1979 image by Bob via Flikr