On a recent Sunday drive, much to my amazement, I noticed the Curve Cafe still stands, albeit empty--likely for some years. The exterior still looks the same as when "Marty Zimmer" and I went slumming there years ago during my frequent Cincinnati visits. Now, as then, it's best to have a Rottweiler companion if walking the neighborhood (day or night). The doorway has been boarded-up and there's a rotting drape behind the barred windows.
As detailed in my memoir Up, Up and Astray, and subsequent adaption into a series pilot script, some fun times were had there--until we learned Bobby was home from prison and eager to meet us. I suppose "Clyde" the one-arm owner/bartender must have passed to the "Big Saloon in the Sky" some time ago.
