To Sleep, Perchance to Sleep Some More
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To Sleep, Perchance to Sleep Some More
By Dale Short
A friend of ours has a daughter who loves to sleep. Even as an infant,
there was no late-night floor-walking required for her. The mom got worried
that something was wrong medically and had a lot of tests done, but the
verdict was that her daughter was perfectly healthy.
The girl’s first complete sentence was, “You can’t stop me from
getting the sleep I need!” I’ve always felt a kinship with her.
Whenever I hear song lyrics that say “Gonna party all night” or
“Gonna boogie till the morning light,” they fill me with dread rather than
excitement. It’s not just a matter of age, either. Even when I was young, the
only thing I could do all night was sleep.Occasionally I’d make an exception when there was a really good
concert I wanted to see, but once the last encore was done around 10:30 or
11 p.m. I’d head straight home to Shanghi, Ala., because it was already past
my bedtime.
I lost track of the number of times I was called a party pooper, or
worse. But the truth was that I had nothing against parties, as long as they
were held at a decent hour of the day.
Now, as then, this is not a majority sentiment. Last week I was
working late and it was a few minutes past 10 p.m. when I stopped at a store
to get a pound of coffee on the way home. A young woman in line ahead of
me got a call on her cell phone.
“No, I have no idea what I’m going to do tonight,” she told the caller,
with a hint of irritation. “I mean, it’s only 10 o’clock!”
This does not compute for me, and never has.
I was working at the Mountain Eagle back when Hurricane Camille
hit the Gulf Coast, and the editor called me at home just after suppertime
with what he considered a very choice assignment. Media were being kept
out of the area because of the chaos, but he had somehow wangled me
passage in the sleeper cab of an 18-wheeler leaving from Jasper to deliver emergency supplies.
I could tell from the excitement in his voice that the assignment was
not optional. I filled up the biggest thermos we had with coffee, and went off
to meet my fate.
I discovered that the term “sleeper cab” was a contradiction in terms.
When the sun came up over the destruction, I hadn’t dozed off even once.
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It was only through the blessing of adrenaline (and the fact that the
truck driver had an even bigger thermos of coffee than I did) that I was able
to wander around and do some semblance of reporting.
I wrote the story on the ride home, went to the office to develop and
print the pictures I’d taken, then went home and slept for about 36 hours
straight.
When I went to work at The Birmingham News my hours were
supposedly 9 to 5, but there was a catch. The city desk was short-handed, so
we all had to take turns working a night shift.
Thus it happened that I was the only human being in the vast (at least
it seemed vast) newsroom on that fateful night the phone rang. None of my
co-workers had bothered to tell me that the editor was in the habit of calling
at midnight for an update on the stories we’d be running the next day.
All I knew was that a guy with a gruff voice was asking, “What’s
happening, down there?”“Oh, not a heck of a lot, bud,” I responded cheerfully. “What's going
on with you?”
There was a long, ominous silence before Mr. Bloomer said, “Who
the [blank] is this?”
I had no choice but to tell him, and at that moment I assumed I would
forever afterward hold a special place in his heart. And so it was.
From that day on, whenever he was in my vicinity he would give me
an extra-intense glower. And considering Mr. Bloomer's normal demeanor,
that was saying a lot.
Looking back, I guess I should have explained to him that I would
never have bungled that exchange if I hadn't been sleep-deprived.
Or maybe I just should have leveled with him:
“Mr. Bloomer, you can't stop me from getting the sleep I need.”
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(Dale Short is a native of Walker County. His columns, books, photos, and radio features can be found on his website, carrolldaleshort.com. His weekly
radio program “Music from Home ,” featuring Alabama singers, songwriters, and bands, streams live online each Sunday at 6 pm onoldies1015fm.com. His e-mail is [email protected])