This was my hangout in 1978-81. It was a great bar, one of those places where everyone knew only your first name. Pizza was $1.25 and on Wednesday draft was 25 cents. Closing time was at 2:00AM, fifteen minutes before that; the song "Panama Red" would signal that it was last call time. The place burned down maybe twenty-five years ago. The area is now a huge parking lot for Amtrak. There is no trace of where it once was. There should be a sign! If anyone recognizes anyone in the pictures, or just wants to relate a story, I would love to hear from you. Long Live Dear Moms!! Thanks for looking.