A collection of mostly local bars, eateries, neighborhood haunts and a few 'more respectable' places. They all have a unique patina, a not-so-slick burnish that is more endearing than cookie cutter, sanitized national franchises. Some have neon signs bigger and more spectacular than the establishments they advertise. My first car, a 1936 Ford coupe, my mother's Cadillac, neighborhood haunts... some now gone.