I live in North Oakland. My apartment building is around a 15-minute walk from the Cathedral of Learning of the University of Pittsburgh, my alma mater (1999 to 2006). Sonny’s Tavern is in the opposite direction of the university. I have to walk pass Sonny’s Tavern on my way to Little Italy. I cross a short bridge, the bridge is several hundred feet above land, and Sonny’s Tavern is on the other side of the bridge just before Liberty Avenue, the main drag of Little Italy. I use to hangout at Sonny’s Tavern a lot several years ago. Now I just drop in every once in a while. I use to drink there and bullshit there and I even sang karaoke there when Sonny’s Tavern had karaoke.
A couple of years ago, long after I had stopped hanging out at Sonny’s, I even showed a Super 8 color, sound film (that I had made at the Pittsburgh Filmmakers many years ago) at Sonny’s Tavern. Sonny’s Tavern and the Old Soldier go way back. I stopped back in at Sonny’s Tavern today.
I just stopped in to see what was going on. In the pass few years I’ve always just stopped in to see what was going on, but I don’t hangout there like I use to. Sonny’s never has a crowd until later in the evening. It’s a young crowd: mostly 20-and-30 somethings (some sporting tattoos they want people to see) and I guess you would describe them as punkers, rockers, new wavers, a few goth and yinzers and people of all ages digging the scene like me. It’s a friendly crowd.
I’m probably not giving you an accurate description of the crowd because I’m in my 60s. What the hell do I know? I’ve finally accepted my limitations. I’ll never be famous. I’ll never be rich and I’ll never be an NFL quarterback. I’m just happy to be the editor, publisher of Pittsburgh’s premiere blog of adult entertainment.
What I do know is that I need to start hanging out at Sonny’s Tavern once again like I use to. Why? It has shows. It has bands. It has DJs. Sonny’s Tavern is the kind of neighborhood bar this blog covers.
When I stopped in the bar today, Paul was on duty. He’s one of the owners. He always seems happy to see me.
This is the Old Soldier reporting for the Pittsburgh Flash Fiction Gazette.
Hail to Pitt!