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I asked a lady on the street to recommend a bar, and she pointed me to Farnsworth House. It said "Fine Dining" on the outside, so of course I didn't walk in. I never enter any place with the word "fine" on it. Then a cop in his SUV slowed down, said he had seen me photographing, "You're working on some kind of project?"

"No, just visiting. First time in town. Say, can you point me to a cheap bar?"

He then gave me very detailed direction to Hob Tavern, a real neighborhood joint where a pint of Yuengling was only two bucks. Led Zeppelin was on the juke box. Sign, "The hardest part of being a bartender is trying to figure out if you're drunk or just stupid."



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