The year is 1978. There’s disco glam, Grease playing at the drive-in, Jimmy Carter in the White House, Sony Walkmans blasting “Stayin’ Alive,” and nineteen-year-old Wayne Coyle serving drinks at the Ontario Center Hotel. “I drove my ten-speed to work,” Coyle says. Now sixty-seven, Coyle’s been a friendly face behind the bar for nearly fifty …