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Between the Bars
On my last night there Big Brother Zeng, who was normally extremely chill, lost it at a customer.
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The Bar, The Phone, and The Train
This was exactly the soapbox I had wanted for almost as long as I'd been riding Amtrak, my chance to speak to the people about our national rail.
A bar with no name
Pub was unique in that it never closed until the last customer left, as a result of which it was routinely open until 6:00 or 7:00 a.m.
