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On Christmas eve, we manage to escape the casino mall
and make it to the streets of Reno. Outside of the mall, the city
is quiet. A number of older large casinos have their lights on, but
Rufus notices the doors are locked. A taxicab driver tells us the
city keeps the lights on to convince the tourists all is well. This
makes me think of our recent Presidential election.
We wander into a local queer bar. It's a common dark, smoky place
with a bar along one wall and a pool table on another. The bartender
is friendly and we sit with our drinks and read the local queer paper.
Walking out, I realize I've been in That Bar before. I've been
in That Bar in San Diego, That Bar in Thailand, That Bar in
the Philippines, That Bar in San Francisco, and That Bar in numerous other
countries and cities around the world. The faces at the bar change,
and sometimes a new bartender is on duty, but That Bar is always the same.
Maybe the familiarity and simple nature of That Bar is what makes it so
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