He pushed the saloon doors open with both hands. The place was empty. She said to him, "Do you hear that?" "Yes, INXS." he replied. The song, Shine Like it Does was playing in the background, she smiles, instantly happy. The owner walked out to the bar to greet them.
"I'll have a shot of whisky." She didn't order anything. He threw it back and set the shot glass on the counter.

(interesting story here - http://www.ghost-trackers.org/washoeclub.htm)
He said to her, "Let's go sit over there." She sat on his lap and had Scott take a picture.

He snaps one last photo with Scott at the Old Washoe Club.


In an air of giddiness and joy, they went out for a dinner of pizza and wine. The pizza was served on a rack (along with paper plates) which reminded them of Grimaldi's in Brooklyn.
The beginning of a new chapter.
p.s. today's writing style was influenced by David Bengston's prose and Mark Twain.
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