My brother and I were there in the early afternoon and it really was like stepping into a time warp. The placecertainly wasn't filled with university students, nor office workers. The fellers at the table next to us wore leather jackers and sounded like they were speaking Russian.

I purchased a copy of a poetry book composed by one of the long-time bartenders which I found behind the bar (the book that is, the bartender in question was off for the day). The book is interesting as the poems help explain some of the artifacts in the Ale House, and provides short bio's for some of the denzions who have run the place, or been run out of the place, over the years. Unfortunately, none of the poems makes a good song but I haven't given up yet.

So, did Big Mick managed to make it in and out of Manhattan with or without his flying squad? Inquiring mines would like to know.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble