about half past midnight, we found ourselves on Main Street in Nyssa, OR. We had been driving since about eleven, more or less randomly, and philosophizing, as is our wont. We were immeaditly struck by how cool Main Street was under the streetlamps, when we saw an illuminated sign reading "Nyssa Tavern."

Someone said, "We should stop and get a beer."

"Are they open?"

"Yes!"

"I'm there!"

So we pulled over. The bar was long and narrow, dimly lit and smokey. Pool table. Juke-box.