She stepped inside, grateful for the dark, smoky atmosphere where she could also go undetected. Stooges was the place in town for the undesirables to congregate. But it was also the place where some of the town’s business leaders showed up, anxious for a little “live and let live” themselves. It was a place where you weren’t Baptist or Methodist, Democrat or Republican, white or black. Stooges was Worthy’s equivalent of Switzerland.
