The Grill on the Alley

At the turn of the nineteenth century in the city known as Cottonopolis the only light that poked through the coal-black clouds of a mill-worker's interminable life of grind was the once-a-week visit to the local watering hole. In a few short hours they would drink their entire weekly wage, be convinced of their singing prowess, wander the streets inventing pugilism and spend far too much time chatting-up lamp posts... - More