First thing to note, it is on Morse Street, not Morris Street.
Inside, a couple was recounting their misadventure of the night before when their house was burgled. “I normally lock the door on my way to bed but I went to sleep on the couch.” Someone came in and, arming themselves with a jar of coffee (they said probably to throw in the sleepy faces of their victims should they awake), and took off with a bunch of their shit, scattering much of it down the street. Yow.
I finished up and ran off but was given a warm sendoff by the barkeeper. Great house.