RIP, Redwood

Pouring one out for an old haunt.by Rich SmithScooping my heart out.RS
I don't normally get weepy about the destruction of buildings because they don't get weepy about the destruction of me. But when a friend sent me this photo of my old night desk reduced to a pile of boards, I must confess I felt a pang. The Redwood was a good neighborhood bar that employed the best and worst bartenders I've ever known, and I miss it terribly. Since its death, I've felt unmoored, cast out into a nightlife devo