COVID-19 Diary Comic: Bars I’m Missing in the Holidays
Quarantined away from liquid holiday cheer
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.