Where Everybody Knows Your Name...
“Oh demon alcohol
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A Slave to demon alcohol…”
Ray Davies—“Alcohol” by The Kinks from Muswell Hillbillies 1971.
The Tuesday Night Tapper Crowd is something to behold.
One of us is my dear Uncle. He is a retired English teacher and among the most intelligent people I know. He introduced me to the Tuesday Night Tapper crowd..
Another is Mike, an English teacher at a local school and one I enumerate as one of the most intelligent and inspirational teachers I know.
Another, Rick, is a retired Math teacher, and yet he is down-to-Earth and honest.
Denny is an employee of a local insurance company. He offers insight and comedy.
Mike is a retired elementary school educator who has a zest for life.
Charles works with Denny and joins our group.
Me, I round out the troupe as a comedy-inspired “kid” of sorts—yet they treat me as an equal.
Church bartends usually; although privately we like it when Laura does—she is so sweet.
In the hour and a half that I am there, we solve the world’s woes, offer our commentaries on how to fix our sports teams, and find time to BS with one another.
You have to admit, solving the world’s woes is very important. The rest, not so much so.
We chat with other Patrons of Fat Jack’s (Will the former employee, the guy who plays Metal, Johnny the Distributor, Adam the second shift bartender, a group of Country Company guys, and more).
The other night I commented this place was like Cheers.
Whatever problems we are having are erased when we come in to meet our comrades in arms. We all drink beer, and with 20 or so on tap; we find some great beverages of which to savor.
I am usually drawn to a wheat beer—Eyinger is on tap. Dan to the Belgium, Denny and Mike to the Belgiums, Rick to the newer stuff, Mike II to the American Macro Brews (he likes the Coors Lite) and Charles also to the newer beers.
I bless my Uncle Dan for opening this world to me.
We sit back, forget about life’s woes, and raise a glass to one another.
Does life get any better than this? I thought not.
So to my fellow beer folk who enjoy the good ale, we salute you and wish you well on the travels that life affords you.
And if ye be weary, check us out at Fat Jacks every Tuesday night.
Sad memories I cannot recall
Who thought I would fall
A Slave to demon alcohol…”
Ray Davies—“Alcohol” by The Kinks from Muswell Hillbillies 1971.
The Tuesday Night Tapper Crowd is something to behold.
One of us is my dear Uncle. He is a retired English teacher and among the most intelligent people I know. He introduced me to the Tuesday Night Tapper crowd..
Another is Mike, an English teacher at a local school and one I enumerate as one of the most intelligent and inspirational teachers I know.
Another, Rick, is a retired Math teacher, and yet he is down-to-Earth and honest.
Denny is an employee of a local insurance company. He offers insight and comedy.
Mike is a retired elementary school educator who has a zest for life.
Charles works with Denny and joins our group.
Me, I round out the troupe as a comedy-inspired “kid” of sorts—yet they treat me as an equal.
Church bartends usually; although privately we like it when Laura does—she is so sweet.
In the hour and a half that I am there, we solve the world’s woes, offer our commentaries on how to fix our sports teams, and find time to BS with one another.
You have to admit, solving the world’s woes is very important. The rest, not so much so.
We chat with other Patrons of Fat Jack’s (Will the former employee, the guy who plays Metal, Johnny the Distributor, Adam the second shift bartender, a group of Country Company guys, and more).
The other night I commented this place was like Cheers.
Whatever problems we are having are erased when we come in to meet our comrades in arms. We all drink beer, and with 20 or so on tap; we find some great beverages of which to savor.
I am usually drawn to a wheat beer—Eyinger is on tap. Dan to the Belgium, Denny and Mike to the Belgiums, Rick to the newer stuff, Mike II to the American Macro Brews (he likes the Coors Lite) and Charles also to the newer beers.
I bless my Uncle Dan for opening this world to me.
We sit back, forget about life’s woes, and raise a glass to one another.
Does life get any better than this? I thought not.
So to my fellow beer folk who enjoy the good ale, we salute you and wish you well on the travels that life affords you.
And if ye be weary, check us out at Fat Jacks every Tuesday night.
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