There was a corner bar by my house for years. I celebrated some of my best and drank away some of my worst times. It was the kind of place that back in the day, you could enjoy a drink and a cigar and no one got bent out of shape over it. Then one day, I’m heading over there and I see it’s closed and I’m thinking, that can't be! It can’t be closed. Talk about a kick in the gut. It took a while to get over that, but after a while, a new place opened not far away. Yeah, it wasn’t the same, it was a little too cheerful and a little too lively and bright for my liking but I got used to it. The cheap whiskey still tasted like the cheap whiskey I was used too. Ebb and flow, that’s what it’s all about, ebb and flow.