photo by Vivienne Gucwa
You can see more of her Mars Bar photos here.
I'm still struggling with the thought of an East Village without Mars. I stopped in on Christmas Day, expecting it to be filled with sadness and depression, but to my relief, it wasn't at all. In fact, the bar was full and when I walked in, I was greeted with many familiar smiles and cheerful hellos.
I think, for me, this marked the last stage of grief in mourning the loss of Mars: Acceptance. I'm pretty sure I covered all the other stages in just a few days prior:
Denial - Noooooo! This can't be happening, there must be a mistake!
Anger - WTF?! Damn developers! Does no one care about anything?! F-ing gentrification, money, greed, Bloomberg, blah blah blah!!
Bargaining - Ok, maybe something can be worked out. Mars can stay open during construction...we'll just find another nearby bar...if I can just win the lotto, I'll buy the whole lot and leave it as-is.
Depression - Hey, bartender, how about another round? Keep 'em coming...
Acceptance - Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. It's just a room; the patrons and Mars spirit live on, and will always outshine anything that comes to that corner.
If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose.
More to come, stay tuned...
Related: Is there life after Mars?