By Carly Wray
This article originally appeared in TheSpir.it.
Old-man bars live and die by their regulars. Not regulars as in the guy behind the counter sort of remembers your order from your last visit—regulars as in Charlie’s been sitting on that stool since the end of the Nixon administration. The bartender knows his kids, busts his chops, and pours his drinks as stiff as he did … Read more