I made a run down to Duke’s. The old beers, the long time beers, the smoking inside, the old wood, the wrinkled waitress just taking it all in and maybe wondering about the years of her life, the old guys at the bar telling stories and laughing and smoking and close to each other. The occasional pat on the back or grab around the neck. No real windows. Songs from the 60’s and some doo wop. Phils on the television. Like you took a trip back in time.....and the outside world has been passing by this bar for 70 years.
"Work is the curse of the drinking classes." ~ Oscar Wilde