Word reaches me in Afghanistan that the mural at the Fourth Street Saloon, which has been a "work in progress" for more than a year, is approaching completion.
The mural celebrates music and is executed in a classy style, not the "urban dystopia" style which once festooned the side of the Kemps Dairy Facility ("Tripping Cows") but is now, thankfully, long gone.
(Not all my readers share my negative opinion of the "tripping cows," and I wish to acknowledge that)
Though the Fourth Street Saloon continues to have its issues--like the lingering smell of marijuana on the smoking patio and the memory of murders in the parking lot, something that's pretty hard to shake--this business does appear to be TRYING, and for that they deserve credit. Friedman's Shoe store could learn from the example of Fourth Street Saloon, a statement that, by itself, reveals how sad the situation is with the ugly "butt glass" at Friedman's.
As for the bar, however...
If only somebody would buy this place out and make it a classy joint instead of an extremely roomy dive.
But, yeah, love the mural. All the way from the other side of the world, LOVE the mural.
(Do Not Click "Read More")
(If you are in the parking lot of Fourth Street Saloon, late at night, and you hear a "click," better hit the pavement)
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