It was a warm Friday night in May when a strange van parked in front of the Maple Leaf drew the attention of a crowd. The van had numerous wires and cords running over the sidewalk and up to the back of the stage where they seemed to plug in somewhere, and I imagined it was no small feat to have accomplished all the appropriate connections. Have the feds finally caught up with bar owner Hank Staples?

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