Three bald men get onto a train traveling 90mph...

I have a secret bar.

Everywhere I travel in this city, Philadelphia, as I like to call it: a big city and a small town at the same time....everywhere, everyone knows everyone. People who work in restaurants all know each other anyhow, but I always go to bars where my friends work, or sometimes, where my friends own the place.

Well I have a secret bar. It's in my neighborhood, where most of my friends live, but they don't know this bar. Only me. And I don't tell them, because sometimes, you just want to sit, and have a drink, and not bother anyone and not get bothered by anyone. Though I must admit that, of course, I've befriended some people there. But the drinks are cheap, the decor is full of character, and on Thursday nights they have live jazz until midnight.

And I can talk about this bar because, even if I told my friends about it, and even if I told them the name of the bar, they still probably wouldn't be able to find it. And do you want to know why? Well....I'll just tell you the name of the bar. It's called...

The Twilight Zone