The bar didn't have a name. No name of any kind. Not even an indication that it had ever had one. All it said on the outside was:
EAT
Cocktails
which doesn't make a lot of sense. But it was a bar. It had a big TV set going ya-ta-ta ya-ta-ta in three glorious colors, and a jukebox that tried to drown out the TV with that lousy music they play. Anyway, it wasn't a kid hangout. I kind of like it. But I wasn't supposed to be there at all; it's in the contract. I was supposed to stay in New York and the New England states. …
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Pictured: Illustration from the story, by Dick Francis.
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