Goodnight Opelika – Eighth and Rails Final Night!
Sunday, January 1st, 2012
It was goodbye to an old friend, if you can call a Tavern an old friend, last night. Eighth and Rail is now a pleasant memory for those that called this one of their favorite watering holes. The building is officially under new ownership and that owner is looking for a tenant. Those that attended the final night, some in Black Tie, got something to take home at the end of the night. You’ll probably see a few of us sporting our Eighth and Rail Goodnight Opelika Shirt. On the back, forming a big number eight, names of bands and individuals that have played that stage over the years and the front with an old bi-wing airplane, looking a bit like a train. Some final words from owner Richard Patton brought a tear to many eyes and the countdown to a new year with a final toast for all brought the evening to a close. Well, actually, many stayed to talk and dance a bit longer. Thanks Richard for a great night, good friends, having Miller Lite for a guy on a diet and for years of good times at The Rail! Goodnight Opelika!









From Buddies Bert and Andrew in Boston… It seems like only yesterday that we were putting the last of our Samuel Adams® Winter Lager empties into the recycling bins, and welcoming in the slightly milder weather with the
Okay, I know not everyone is leaving town heading to the BCS Championship Game on Monday Night, but I’d say half the folks I know are going. Some without tickets, just to hang out and party. The rest are already lining up at Auburn like a home game to do justice to Toomer’s if the outcome calls for it.

Well, apparently it a weekend for research. My Saturday mornings are not the same with the departure of Red Door June. I wish the best to Rick and Karen, hoping they realize how much many of us appreciate their efforts with the shop. I’m probably feeling the same loss that the gentlemen that would hold court at Tyler’s each morning felt on its closure. I actually had to make coffee, which I put in a travel mug, grabbed my computer, ran by Burger King for a breakfast sandwich and met Redman at Sid’s outdoor courtyard for breakfast. That was about 9:30 and “no”, Sid’s wasn’t open. I almost have to get out of the house every other Saturday, as I can’t stand to see Christine (aka cleaning lady and friend) throw away all of those precious cans and bottles collected from the previous 14 days. 


















