The idea of the newspaper reporter or editor downing drinks at the bar is a staple character in fiction.

Whether it’s a case of life imitating art or vice versa, that picture of city journalists elbowing for space in the local tavern was true for some Blade ink-stained wretches in the not-so-distant past right here in Toledo.

It was to Mugshots, at Lagrange and Summit streets, that Blade journalists in the late 20th century were known to repair after work (mostly after work, that is). Those seeking higher-placed sources than they might encounter at Mugshots parked themselves at Georgio’s.

Some of them, maybe most, are no longer with us. Among those whose names readers might remember and who would have more than likely been at Mugshots than some other watering hole of an evening were Hom

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