Tonight at Calamity Jane's Pabst was sponsoring an art show and swag giveaway. I was just there for the all-you-can-eat spaghetti.
We ran into a friend, and a neighbor, and my brother-in-law and his fiancee.
After dinner and some free beer we checked out the demolition down the street.
Sabey's Jim Harmon, who seemed unfazed by the cold, pointed out the roof damage from a 1988 fire.
He said things are about on schedule and that the crew will be taking a day off tomorrow, though he'll still be there. I would have asked him some more questions, but I was fucking freezing out there.
Inside the warm confines of Jules Maes, I saw some dudes adding flowers to the fence.
Things will never be the same around here.