Its all about home, a family place somehow, weaving a net of bounds among its patrons: The Sharp Corner Tavern. The shrine like jukebox sets the tone of the time now quite and tranquil, then roaring load and raw. And so are the patrons in the tide of the days, every day since the end of prohibition. Drawn to and pushed away like the expansion and contraction of Hermanís heart. It breathes the real people of this city. Its all here- the concentrated micro cosmos of a small town, where children become mothers giving birth to the next cycle of joy and sorrow, warmth and dreams. So close together and still lost in their own story that is often repeated and yet unique.
Uwe H. Martin
Missouri School of Journalism
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