The 3rd periodic 340 Club Reunion has been postponed indefinitely

Before there was an Animal House there was a 340 Club; before there was a Dean Wormer there was a Harold "the fuck" Martin; before there was John Blutarsky or a Daniel Simpson Day there was Tim Lutter, Sil Simpson, Dan Joyce, Tim Getzloff, Dick Lichty, Jim Shay, Phil Zangari, Chris Joyce, Dave Petkosh, Mitch Herr, Kenny Giltner, Dean Staherski, Randy Brown, John Emswiler, Sue Krimmell Emswiler and myself; before there were any Delta Tau Chi pledge pins, there were 340 Club cards; before Otis Day & the Knights, the 340 Jukebox; before there were Delta Brothers there were the usual gang of idiots that congregated at 328, 340 (twice) and 338 West King Street in Lancaster, Pennsylvania for a decade beginning in August 1974. This blog is dedicated to those idiots and those times. God bless Kenny, Mitch and Chris; may they rest in peace.

















virtual 340 Club members

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Curator Corner 4: Joe Cassidy

Joe Cassidy was the owner of Cassidy's Tavern, as previously mentioned it was one of our favorite spots. Joe's # 1 bartender,R.E."Dick"Lichty transformed it from a corner bar to the "happening" place in Lancaster.
St. Paddy's day there was always a wild celebration even for the non-Irish. Of course most of the other days were pretty wild also. Dick had music there every thursday and packed the house. Lefty Lefever and the combo of Cook and Cosey were my two favorites. There were guest bartenders and sometimes one was drafted to be the doorman,to collect the $ 1 cover charge, a great job because it meant you drank for free all night.
One night a new bartender by the name of Sean had the audacity to flag me, a punishment I admit I richly deserved after lighting the wrong end of numerous cigarettes and other impaired actions. Despite being severely reprimanded by my sister Sheryl for cutting me off, he stood his ground. Luckily for me, Woody K. started ordering 16 oz Pabst cans instead of draft beer and discreetly filled my empty cup.
The next day Joe called me at work and apologized for his bartender flagging me.. I told him Sean was doing his job and doing it by the book. Joe said it didn't matter, I was a friend of his and should not have been flagged. I argued vainly that I deserved it but Joe would not hear of it. That was the type of loyal guy Joe was.
I have nothing but great memories of Cassidy's Tavern. The above letter to the editor notes Joe's passing. I don't know the year,probably late 80's or early 90's. There will be future posts I am sure about all the antics that transpired there.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're missing someone.

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