Open mic nights are like a box of chocolate - you never know what you're gonna get. This is especially true when the owner, our beloved Steve, warns me, "Y' know Scotty, if it's a bit slow like it was last week, we might be cutting out early." I shrugged, and he adds, like he usually does, "Did you bring Mr. Winston?" While that's a blog for another day - Mr. Winston was ready to go, but in the end, he wouldn't need to.

   At 6p, the crowd was thin - a few dinner eaters, and only a couple mu...
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