. . . at the oceanfront dive bar in Orange County. Last week Chatty James agreed to make it a bank-the-eight game after I was first on the 8 with a practically straight in shot. I missed my first bank shot on the 8; James sunk his remaining balls in but then scratched the 8. The rest, as they say .
. . . and amazed a 20-something girl played a Beatles tune on the jukebox, singing along to the chorus no less. Next time, I'll play Sentinel right after.