It is bright and cold along the deserted Connecticut beach, but inside a bar on this fall Sunday afternoon, it is dark and warm and crowded with men. The bar is thick with the sound of gruff voices and the smoke of Top Stone cigars and the odors of stale beer and newsprint from the sports sections of the Bridgeport Post-Telegram, the Boston Globe, the Hartford Courant, the New York Times, the New York Post and the New York Daily News, all of which are strewn about the small room. There is a darkened pool table in the corner. A silent,...
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