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You may meet at a salon, posse up at a saloon, party at the pub, gather at a tavern or beer garden where you bring the dog and kids. Everybody goes to a bar, but you always come to The Joynt. All great bars are a lot of different bars in one. This is Tuesday around 2:00 p.m. You ought to be here when it's Friday night around 11:00, the place packed to the max. Everybody like dirty dog used to say, startin' to be somebody. The big windows in the front of the bar can sometimes give you all the outside weather you are in the mood for. Sometimes the best thing to do with a beautiful day is to spend some of it sitting in here looking out. The story is a couple of guys super-glued some change to the sidewalk out front and made a day of it until the guy from the bank came out with a snow shovel. You'll notice there's no longer a sign out front. This has become the kind of place that doesn't need one.
Everybody has to have a third place. You've got to have work, you've got to have home, and that other place, you know, whether it's a saloon or a barbershop or a styling salon.
"That chair became sort of Harry's domain. He was from Eau Claire. As a kid he went down the Mississippi on a raft when he was 16 from here. And then when he retired, he would come here every morning and sit in that chair. And so that was Harry's chair. "
This place is unimaginable without music. The boss starts it off with whatever he's listening to lately when he comes downstairs to clean up at 7:00 a.m. I call three people boss, the guy that signs my checks, Springsteen, of course, and Bill who owns this place. He calls me Taylor, last name only, just like prep school. This place spins at different speeds around the jukebox, 45, L.P., compact disc, Odetta, Caruso, Big Head Todd and the Monsters, Dock of the ay, Georgia, Georgia on My Mind. Everybody whose picture is up here played here. This is not the kind of place they put just anybody on the wall. OK. So maybe it's music and beer this place revolves around. A shot and a beer here can be a mixed drink. Tequila's OK if someone else is buying, but mostly it's beer. Rumor has it if you drink too much from the tap closest to the door, you'll end up more drunk and more hung over. Guys swear that. You know what they say, give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach him how to fish and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day long. The bartenders had to keep saying no light beer so often that the boss put up that neon sign, and now all they have to do is point contemptuously. There are a lot of other rules here, and it takes you years to learn them. No spitting in the sink. Peanut shells must always be thrown on the floor. Only certain people can sit in the big chair. The boss is always right. Bottoms up, cheerio, cheers, down the hatch, here's looking at you, here's mud in your eyes, here's to you, l'chaim, many happy returns, na zdororye, Cin Dan, salud, sante, skal, skol. Where are you going to get more welcome than that? Where else are you going to find so many people concerned about your health and your luck?
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, but the smile on my face when i leave from talkin to ya boys. You know who you are! Love u & you guys better be at the mousetrap sunday to see Chris rock the flippin bass!!!!!!!!!!!!! love you!!!!
