Torch Torch Song
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Rick and I ventured up to Flint on Friday evening to see pal Tim visiting from Wisconsin. We'd thought to go for beers at the Torch, the last of the great downtown Flint bars. When we got there, the doors were locked. This was like 10:30 on a Friday night. Lights were on inside, but all the bottled condiments were cluttered on the bar. No signs of life. What gives?
We went over to the White Horse instead.
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Rick and I ventured up to Flint on Friday evening to see pal Tim visiting from Wisconsin. We'd thought to go for beers at the Torch, the last of the great downtown Flint bars. When we got there, the doors were locked. This was like 10:30 on a Friday night. Lights were on inside, but all the bottled condiments were cluttered on the bar. No signs of life. What gives?
We went over to the White Horse instead.
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