Black Bars (2 of 2): The Next Bar.

The next bar was an old bar standing alone across from a few houses where (black) children were playing outside, and like half a block away from a high school.  It had one door, and two very small windows that were high up, one with a neon beer sign, and a small pale yellow awning over the door with the bar's name.

I walked in, and to the right was a bunch of small tables built into the wall with stools underneath them, mostly occupied by older (black) folks, a small DJ booth beyond that where someone was spinning old time jazz, and to the left was the bar, behind which was a huge wall-length mirror that had "LADY MICHELLE" written on it in pink magic marker, the "I" in "MICHELLE" dotted with a heart.

The younger (black) lady bartender got up from the stool behind the bar where she was watching "Storage Wars" on TV, and came over to get my drink order.

After I made that, I introduced myself.

"I'm Michelle," she was like.

The bar was very sedate, mostly older (black) people drinking socially on a nice afternoon, and the walls had an old red paintjob over the concrete...  The back hallway where the restrooms where even had a small carpeted staircase that led up behind them to a small storage area with kegs and a door that was ajar and led onto to what was probably a back porch, with sunlight streaming through.