Nothing says Punk Rock like a cross stitch picture of a boat in a paneled hallway of a suburban home.
A quiet time years ago.
Just sitting around enjoying a grape.
My grandfather built a bar in the 1930s.
A proud barkeep.
It speaks for itself.
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