Small-Town Ruffian

Late nights at the local bar have become a thing of the past for my grandma, B, after "Chatfields" shut down. For years she went without a hangout, until she created a new hub, a place to gather her audience. And so, each morning, she and her tribe of older men gather at Caesar’s for coffee. Not everyone knows to respect these regulars' table and that's when the turf wars break out. She emerges from these tiffs with her spirit rekindled, pleased by her street gang’s triumph. My grandma is a small-town ruffian, a gal you don’t wanna mess with.