My commute takes me up Bowery from Houston St. to Cooper Square, which incidentally is the shittiest stretch of pavement in the whole 6.5 miles. This morning at Bleecker, I spotted about a dozen or two workmen struggling with a long, bulky object... and then I realized hey, that's the CBGB's bar! It was like spotting the sheet-draped corpse of a famous drug overdose being wheeled out the back of a hotel.
They seemed to be taking great pains to remove it in a single piece (it was about 40 feet long, at least) and onto a flatbed trailer, so perhaps it's bound for the rumored CB's Las Vegas.
No pix, sadly. I lacked a camera today.
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