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The Winchester was gracious enough, in the aftermath of the mess that was Halloween, to let me make off with some of their beer. I get to Bucky's in the early afternoon and wrap my knuckles twice against his door before sitting on the stoop and unpacking the still relatively cold drinks.

It's not much of a celebration, but then, I don't think we really feel like celebrating. Still, the day deserves to be marked.