It was well after midnight in the Central District, and the businesses along 23rd and East Madison were closed, except for the Honeysuckle Tavern: It was still going strong, even at this hour. I tried to make myself comfortable leaning against the door of the Ship Scalers Union Hall, my way of assuring I’d be the first person in line for the early-morning job call.
A little after 2, tavern barflies emptied into the street, trying to find their cars, and by 2:30, East Madison was completely deserted, dark and silent. I sat with my back against the union hall door, a blanket over my shoulders, my eyelids growing
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