340, we bid you adieu

The unimaginable happened. The 340 Club was dying. Mitch and Kenny were gone. Tee moved to Howard Avenue. Dean Staherski according to our memory banks tried the Club lifestyle for a few weeks in November but couldn't cut it. That left City L and me.
City decided to opt out first. I can't recall where he went but I knew it wasn't my cup of tea to live by myself in a six bedroom house. It was cost prohibitive and too "scary" being alone.
Piles of trash had been accumulating in the once rocking Club living room and dining room. Real or imagined I saw cockroaches enjoying whatever repast they found in those bags. I had to leave.
Richard "R.E." Lichty offered a haven. He was separated from his wife and had a nice two-bedroom home in Millersville. I quickly accepted his offer. I dunno who helped me move but on December 1st,1978 I was out of the 340. It was a friday night. R.E. celebrated my arrival with a party. I remember Bob Harman and the Walsh boys being there along with several men/women I had never met before. We played Charades and had substantial quantities of potables. It was hard to believe that the 340 Era was over, little did we know about the Second Coming.