The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

American Dry Spell #10

After raiding this Chicago speakeasy, Prohibition agents kick back and sample
the cuisine (1924)


Vanwall said...

Cops and doctors.

Brent McKee said...

Purely to satisfy themselves that this place was selling alcohol of course. One has to believe that being a prohibition agent was an excellent way to sample the distiller's arts during the Great Experiment.

swac said...

This looks a lot like my watering hole.

Well, with the deer head, anyway.

Vanwall said...

So, are the coppers as prevalent there, too? Makes a man choosy of where he partakes.

swac said...

They only poke their head in the door from time to time.

VP81955 said...

Ah, one of the samples. (Of course, there was always the chance that this wasn't good liquor, and perhaps an agent or two went blind from the stuff.)