Even before old, roaming about Friday night, finding every place just too crowded, too noisy, ...if they call them ass “holes,” why do they take up so much space? More often than not, popping our heads into Joe's Bar we'd find plenty of space, a welcoming, jovial bartender with the quaintest way of telling foreigners ...everybody... to tip, and a jukebox filled with country songs that never became cute no matter how much you drank. ...“The jukebox has great songs. Why'd you play those?” ...And who owns that back yard!
I wonder if it's still like that... I've asked as I've walked past it the past 10 years.