Baker Bloch looks around at everyone once more, and then the physical table itself. He notices the now empty giant bottle of wine pointing to Winesburg, Ohio, a famous early 20th Century tome by Ohio born Sherwood Anderson. He asks if anyone has any thoughts on *that* before the singing begins.
The singing begins. It is the story of a man who enters The Underground behind a Fountain of Life — trapped in a chair inside the water, unable to move. Before Death. He becomes a Cellar Dweller. Merry fucking Christmas, I suppose. But the cellar hasn’t been dug. It’s a freshly dug grave[ instead]. Beside him is little Wilcockson, ready to give up the ghost. In the next bed. We’re out of wines.
Sunklands 