[thegagline]

This was my dive bar on 60th and Lexington. It opened in 1937. Many nights the bar would lock up with me and the bartender Johnny drinking and talking to dawn. The owner, Charlie would be sleeping in his usual booth. The bar is gone. Where Johnny went, I don’t know. Charlie passed on. Later, I learned that Charlie, who claimed perjury, owned the entire building. The best of times are the thoughtless kind…

[DiogenesLamp]

I think you mean "penury." "Perjury" is a very different thing.

:)