Well, gosh. Who knew?
It wasn’t really Winston-Salem’s oldest leather bar as I’d originally speculated, but a clothing store. Yet another exciting revelation from the big pile o’stuff, in this case a complete Winston-Salem Journal from Christmas Day 1947.
I’ve also just uncovered an ad for the premiere episode of The Partridge Family, and I’ve read untold installments of The Ryatts, none of which seemed nearly as funny as they probably did when I was five.
I think I need to do something twenty-first century (and not dusty) tonight.