While searching the town for the Porsche, Paulie had seen a bar on Lake Street. He decided to have a drink and maybe ask a few questions. Paulie kept his eye out for the Porsche on his drive back to town. He opened the door to The Freighter View Tavern, headed straight towards the bar and ordered a whiskey and water. He looked around. The bar, just like the diner, seemed to have a combination of a few tourists and mostly locals. Paulie glanced at the guy sitting next to him. He was in his early twenties but didn’t look very healthy. He was kind of thin and pale looking. He was drinking a bottle of beer. Paulie took a drink and turned to the man. “How you doing?” Paulie offered. “Just fine, I’m doing just fine.” The man replied, a little hesitantly. Trying to make conversation, Paulie gestured towards a photograph of a large boat, the Homer D. Williams, on the wall. “What kinda boat is that? I never seen a boat like that before.” “That’s an ore boat. You’ll see plenty of them around here. They haul iron ore from the mines up here to ports in Chicago, Minnesota and on into Canada.”
