Hey, Sparky, do you know the building right next to the 'Skellar, the Homerella building, a three or four story white box of a monstrosity? I used to live there way back when. It was very convenient to the 'Skellar. All I had to do was look out my bedroom window to see what was happening. <br><br>____________________________________________________<br>Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,<br>But to be young was very heaven!

<OL><B>"...do you know the building right next to the 'Skellar, the Homerella building, a three or four story white box of a monstrosity?"</B></OL>Vaguely.<br><br>What I <B><I>do</B></I> remember clearly is that the Rathskellar is the only bar I've ever been in where you could buy a case of beer at a time.<br><br>Rolling Rock ponies for $10.50/case, and they'd give you a free opener. Carving your name into the old wooden booths was practically encouraged and not something they'd bust you for. On band nights the back room was about 110° and 98% humidity. And the men's room communal urinal trough that would get filled with piss-full beer bottles. I couldn't imagine having to clean that bathroom at the end of the night!<br><br>Then, if we wanted a good selection of imports, we'd jump upstairs to Zeno's.<br><br>

Good grief! Are we talkin' about that skinny little kid that was in my apartment in Manhattan 4 or 5 years ago?!<br><br>Mazeltov, Carlos! <br><br>

If you thought he was skinne back then, you ought see him now!<br><br>____________________________________________________<br>Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive,<br>But to be young was very heaven!

Has to run around in the shower to get wet, eh?<br><br>