Worldview: The township and taverns

I am sitting in the veranda, stars glistening ever so beautifully, crickets in various spots shouting in unison, it's become an orchestra, quite frankly. All the while, from afar, I hear music blaring violently. It's a Sunday. The streets are dead quiet! But, I can mental-picture clusters of people, smothered, crushed together and sweating up …