freedom

Oh yeah...deja vu...sitting in the Tap Room and Weird Harold walks in, picks up my pitcher of beer. He chugs the whole thing while this is playing on the juke box and orders me another pitcher. There is a smokeout in the restroom, where the roaches are an inch deep on top of the towel dispenser. That's how it was, in the "here&now", in those
 days...peace...G:


 

Many of the folks that were around in those days are not around anymore, especially the old timers that had some great stories about the "rat room", which was accessible through a trap door in the floor. There is a rich history here that requires some research, on my part, although I knew and conversed with some of the folks that were part of it in the years before it became a hangout for the hip crowd in the 1960's and 70's. Maybe I can write more about this before I forget the subject.

My mom once said..."The road to hell is paved with good intentions", so i can't make any promises.