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 Callahan's Crosstime Saloon: Time Travelers Strictly Cash is their policy. Lay your money on the bar, name your poison, step up to the line drawn on the barroom floor, and after drinking make a toast and throw the glass into the fireplace.

/steps to the line

I tried to retrieve a memory worthy of retelling, but all I could see was my mental image of Shawn. A quick grin, a ready smile, a glorious mane of hair. Others spoke eloquently and accurately of his generosity and love for mankind. I could not and would not take a particle from those accurate praises.

But on my dime and with sazerac in hand...

I give you... Shawn's hair!

/crash