By ChristopherDB. Around 10:30 on a Saturday night, I left my shabby Rowhouse in the valley. It was a lower-income working-class part of town, considered by many to be the wrong side of the tracks. I moved there from a nicer suburb to save money and pay some bills. Walking around the corner, I could see my destination only a few blocks away. The valley had an amazing number of little neighborhood bars. There must have been ten of them