I think I’d only ever been to Southpaw once, way back in the day. Despite living around the corner from it for the better part of this last year, never went in again. I was too old or too unhipster for many of the musical acts. And the thought of going to open story or poetry slams sends shivers down my spines. The lines were always too long anyway. That said, it was the sort of joint that made the north end of Park Slope a better place. But it’s been shuttered, and this is what it looked like this morning.
KEN WHEATON 