Musicians had adopted the ratty little pool and burger bar that had once been the sole domain of Gaither Transmission, second shift.
Now battle vests and painted leather outnumbered UAW local jackets.
Kate wanted to hate it, but some of these guys who had commandeered the dusty corner for a pallet stage injected some life into the place. She already knew…
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