>Whew — it’s about time.

>No one could believe there eyes when they got there. We’d been displaced by a mechanical bull. A local industrial night has been going on in Springfield for a month or two now. I’ve only been once before, but last night there was something different. It was already somewhat of a buzzkill walking into “The Salty Dog” for Construct. A local bar with chairs made of roughly hewn 2x4s, barrels on their ends as tables, metal nostalgia signs on the walls, a big safe, some old clawed chairs, and countless other nick-knacks adorning the walls – it’s not exactly the…