The bar smelt of old wood and the tables tipped as people walked by them. Drinks spilt.
Bay windows looked out across the street towards a shuttered pharmacy with a facade of peeling paint.
Locals came and went through the evening hours, stray bulbs in the covered porch guiding them in and out of the doors that led onto Broadway.
Kids tried sneaking beers. Music drifted from the open windows of their cars as they did endless laps of the town.