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.
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