“We’ve been planning it for a while now,” he continued. “I mean, it makes sense. We’re comfortable here, but we just don’t get the traffic you used to back in your day, dad. We’re moving the Shady Bough closer to the main streets. Can’t really…” he chewed over his words, looking around him at the windswept night, “Can’t really justify the place otherwise, money as tight as it is.”