Reese and Joey stood on the perimeter of the tavern’s dance floor, large schooners of beer cradled manfully in their hands, and complacently observed the female patrons of Ladies’ Night. Every Saturday night at the Stick It In, the Irish pub morphed into the West End’s premier meat market. “Chick near the band?” said Reese … Continuar leyendo “1967” by Bill Tope