Wednesday until half-past seven
One night the wheel keeps its heat.
After five the bricks empty. Harlan holds a single extra seating for anyone trapped at a desk through noon.
Night work is Heel Seat and nothing else. Bends wait for sun because bermuda color has to be judged, not guessed under shop bulbs. Need a stand-up? Book daylight.
Garrison kitchens roar. This oak does not. Climb 6th; the ticket in the window burns until 7:30.