‘Everyone is welcome here’
said a sign over the door
‘Some when they enter,
some when they leave.’
The Mel Inn was the neighborhood bar
where my father held forth daily
(and night after night when he could afford it).
The Mel Inn where we children
drank fine little Cokes from 6 oz bottles
and ate (even better)
Better Made potato chips
to keep our stom…
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