Monday evening comn’ down—the dreariest day of the week anywhere, but especially in the ghettos (yea, y’all, they still there) where people have taken their hangovers and other symptoms of a fast weekend to their individual plantations around town (if they’re lucky enough to have one) return to their shacks for four/five more days of clock punching and locksteppin’ before the Eagle flies.
 
Then was then and now is now. What’s the difference?