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n a week I had pleted the first chapter of this book； 〃The Guy With The Eyes。〃
Looking in a library copy of Writer's Guide； I discovered that there were four markets for my masterpiece。 I noted that Ben Bova paid five cents a … word and everyone else paid under three； and that's how my lifelong friendship with Ben was begun。 I mailed it and he bought it； and when I had recovered from the shock of his letter of acceptance； I gathered my nerve and rang him up to timidly ask if editors ever condescended to waste a few minutes answering the na？ve questions of beginning writers。 Ben pointed out that without writers； editors couldn't exist； and invited me to lunch。 And when I walked into the Analog office （stumbling over the occasional Hugo）； very nearly the first thing he said was； 〃Say； does that Callahan's Place really exist？ I'd love to go there。〃
Since that day I estimate I have been asked that question about 5；372 X 10'° times； by virtually every fan I meet。 One gentleman wrote to me plaining bitterly because I had said in 〃The Guy With The Eyes〃 that Callahan's was in Suffolk County； Long Island； and he wanted me to know that he had by God spent six months bing every single bar on Long Island without finding the Place。
I seem to have struck a chord。
Well I'm sorry； but I'll have to tell you the same thing I told those 5；372 X 10'° other people： as far as I know； Callahan's Place exists only between a） my ears； b） assorted Analog and Vertex covers； and of course c） the covers of this book。 If there is in fact a Callahan's Place out there in the so … called real world； and you know where it is； I sincerely hope you'll tell me。
'Cause I'd really like to hang out there awhile。
February； 1976
Phinney's Cove；
Nova Scotia
〃There is nothing which has been
contrived by man by which so
much happiness has been produced
as by a good tavern or inn。〃
Samuel Johnson
1
THE GUY WITH THE EYES
Callahan's Place was pretty lively that night。 Talk fought Budweiser for mouth space all over the joint； and the beer nuts supply was critical。 But this guy managed to keep himself in a corner without being noticed for nearly an hour。 I only spotted him myself a few minutes before all the action started； and I make a point of studying everybody at Callahan's Place。
First thing； I saw those eyes。 You get used to some haunted eyes in Callahan's … the newers have 'em … but these reminded me of a guy I knew once in Topeka； who got four people with an antique revolver before they cut him down。
I hoped like hell he'd visit the fireplace before he left。
If you've never been to Callahan's Place； God's pity on you。 Seek it in the wilds of Suffolk County； but look not for neon。 A simple； hand … lettered sign illuminated by a single floodlight； and a heavy oaken door split in the center （by the head of one Big Beef McCaffrey in 1947） and poorly repaired。
Inside； several heresies。
First； the light is about as bright as you keep your living room。 Callahan maintains that people who like to drink in caves are unstable。
Second； there's a flat rate。 Every drink in the house is half a buck； with the option。 The option operates as follows：
You place a one … dollar bill on the bar。 If all you have on you is a fin； you trot across the street to the all … night deli； get change； e back and put a one … dollar bill on the bar。 （Callahan maintains that nobody in his right mind would counterfeit one … dollar bills； most of us figure he just likes to rub fistfuls of them across his face after closing。）
You are served your poison … of … choice。 You inhale this； and confront the option。 You may； as you leave； pick up two quarters from the always … full cigarbox at the end of the bar and exit into the night。 Or you may； upon finishing your drink； stride up to the chalk line in the middle of the room； announce a toast （this is mandatory） and hurl your glass into the huge； oldfashioned fireplace which takes up most of the back wall。 You then depart without visiting the cigarbox。 Or； pony up another buck and exercise your option again。
Callahan seldom has to replenish the cigarbox。 He orders glasses in such quantities that they cost him next to nothing； and he sweeps out the fireplace himself every morning。
Another heresy： no one watches you with accusing eyes to make sure you take no snore quarters than you have ing to you。 If Callahan ever happens to catch someone cheating him； he personally ejects them forever。 Sometimes he doesn't open the door first。 The last time he had to eject someone was in 1947； a gentleman named Big Beef McCaffrey。
Not too surprisingly； it's a damned interesting place to be。 It's the kind of place you hear about only if you need to … and if you are very lucky。 Because if a patron； having proposed his toast and smithereened his glass； feels like talking about the nature of his troubles； he receives the instant； undivided attention of everyone in the room。 （That's why the toast is obligatory。 Many a man with a hurt locked inside finds in the act of naming his hurt for the toast that he wants very much to talk about it。 Callahan is one smart hombre。） On the other hand； even the most tantalizingly cryptic toast will bring no prying inquiries if the guy displays no desire to uncork。 Anyone attempting to flout this custom is promptly blackjacked by Fast Eddie the piano player and dumped in the alley。
But somehow many do feel like spilling it in a place like Callahan's； and you can get a deeper insight into human nature in a week there than in ten years anywhere else I know。 You can also quite likely find solace for most any kind of trouble； from Callahan himself if no one else。 It's a rare hurt that can stand under the advice； help and sympathy generated by upwards of thirty people that care。 Callahan loses a lot of his regulars。 After they've been ing around long enough； they find they don't need to drink any more。
It's that kind of a bar。
I don't want you to get a picture of Callahan's Place as an agonized； Alcoholics Anonymous type of groupencounter session； with Callahan as some sort of salty psychoanalyst … father … figure in the foreground。 Hell； many's the toast provokes roars of laughter； or a shouted chorus of agreement； or a unanimous blitz of glasses from all over the room when the night is particularly spirited。 Callahan is tolerant of rannygazoo； he maintains that a bar should b