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A Place Like This

Deep in the heart of darkest December, it was a cold Saturday afternoon. The tavern was empty. The one room was about forty feet long, with maybe eight feet from the bar to the wall. Originally there were two windows. … Continue reading

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The Calendars

I never found out why James Leightnin left the Bowery. He’d been on the bum in New York for a couple of years. But now he was back in Jersey City, back home, sitting on the steps outside the Tunnel … Continue reading

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Threatening to Kill the President

James Leightnin stumbled out of the restroom of the Tunnel Bar. All of a sudden, jumping right up out of the front page of a newspaper tossed on top of some boxes of beer, it hit him in the head … Continue reading

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