Photo by Ehpien.
Good morning Georgetown, here’s the latest:
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One day, in my teens, walking up the street by the Cellar Door’s side entrance, I bumped into a guy standing there, who started to talk with me. We ended up sitting on some steps in the back. Just chilin’, though I think back then we called it “groovin.” Anyway, it was John Denver. That club was dynamic. Everyone appeared there. I got in on a fake ID to see Kris Kristofferson. The stage was in the corner. There were balcony tables, too. It was smoky, dark, intimate, and the height of cool. To this day every time I pass that building I get the best vibe.
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