After space, there was always one more river to cross ... the far side of hatred and murder! Illustrated by DICK FRANCIS The bar didn't have a name. No name of any kind. Not even an indication that it had ever had one. All it said on the outside was: Cafe EAT Cocktails which doesn't make a lot of sense. But it was a bar. It had a big TV set going ya-ta-ta ya-ta-ta in three glorious colors, and a jukebox that tried to drown out the TV with that lousy music they play. Anyway, it wasn't a kid hango