I’ll have a Rolling Rock. To better resurrect my sneak joint days. Corner bars with wide avenues of personhood and personality. And, with but two T.V.’s… tops. The juke box hops to a local hum. A 13 run weekly roll-over baseball parlay. Squares for the Bears. And tiny oven pizza, with a pool table just a slice longer than a gimme putt.
But Ma and Pa Saloon owners have been washed away by a wave of micro-brews.
And faux local pubs crest the current, as community after community loses it’s church key.