I’d always wanted to own my own bar. What proper drinker hasn’t? It’s growing up in the age of Sam Malone, I think, that turns us dive denizens into wannabe bar owners. The perfect world scenario involves my wife and me owning a tiki hut somewhere on a beach–a place where regulars and tourists alike [...]

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“I don’t want this to sound as morbid as it will,” I said to my wife.
We were one of less than a dozen people in a bar as a long-haired country singer named Corey Michael sang on stage. We sat at the corner sipping our drinks and exhaling after two days of driving.
My wife raised [...]

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