Reply #21: Chester Street (used to be called The Bar) was THE place to be.

[davsand]

I lost quite a few hours there--usually on weekend nights but not always! (I still have some stolen "MacNawear" glasses, in fact!*) To this day whenever I walk in there I expect to hear Grace or Donna, the smell of poppers, and I'm looking for friends that have long gone. I am disappointed every time. I have aged an awful lot, I think...

Danville is very sad now. It is a terribly depressed area. I was over there with an Illinois Senate race a couple of years ago and we were walking in the Labor Day parade. I still get weepy when I think about it because I had elderly people begging me for the candy throws. They were that hungry. It was almost like the old films you see of the GIs handing out rations.

I hope your family got out of there, I really do.

:hug:


Laura


* "MacNawear" was a term for all the glasses stolen from The Bar at closing time. We'd stand on the street outside with our cocktails figuring out where the after hours party was gonna be. If you looked in a cabinet at any given after hours party you would be guaranteed to find a few articles of "MacNawear" named for Joe McNamara--the owner.