There was a
corner bar by my house for years. I celebrated some of my best and drank away
some of my worst times. It was the kind of place that back in the day, you
could enjoy a drink and a cigar and no one got bent out of shape over it. Then
one day, I’m heading over there and I see it’s closed and I’m thinking, that can't be! It can’t be closed. Talk about a kick in the gut. It took a while to get
over that, but after a while, a new place opened not far away. Yeah, it wasn’t
the same, it was a little too cheerful and a little too lively and bright for
my liking but I got used to it. The cheap whiskey still tasted like the cheap
whiskey I was used too. Ebb and flow, that’s what it’s all about, ebb and flow.
