Night at The Manhole

George and Vickie sat together on a bench next to the wall where they had spent a thousand nights together in one of their favorite bars, the one in which they had met many moons ago. It was a Saturday night like any other, except that a few of their friends who had moved out to the burbs had come downtown for the evening. It had been a rather long day. A number of the couples had spent most of the day together wandering around town between lunch and dinner. The bar was the final stop for them.