I had this vision that at 10:01 p.m. the last child/family would walk out and then . . .
The piano player would sit down and start playing some great music;
The women would jump up on the stage and begin dancing the Can-Can like something out of an old Western movie;
Somebody would shout, "Whiskey for everybody!" and the barkeep would be running up and down the bar pouring shots and leaving bottles of whiskey on the bar;
Everyone would start cursing;
Several fist fights would break out and there would be chairs and bottles flying through the air;
A card game would start at the table, then someone would call someone else a cheat and there would be gun play.
But it really wasn't like that.
Darn!
