My sadness is great. This is the place where I sit and write these posts. Where they play quiet jazz or sometimes not so quiet jazz. Where the wine is good. Where I have my booth. It is an adult bar in a college town filled with bars with sticky floors and gum under the tables and surly wait-staff and way too loud rock and roll so you have to yell to have a conversation.
My friend, the owner & proprietor tried to make it work. But it didn't. Someone is buying it. Someone who owns a bunch of the children's bars in this little college town. I guess it will become another children's bar. But I'm not a kid any more, and I'll have to find somewhere new.