Used to be (still is?) a bar on the corner in Bergen. My older cousin, Ron, would stop in for a beer with his buddies and give me a handful of quarters to play the pinball machine. There was a little kid (3 years old?), son or grandson of the proprietors, who would be drinking orange pop out of a Hamm's bottle.


Not a real member - just an ordinary guy who appreciates being able to hang around and say something once in awhile.

Happily Trapped In the Past (Thanks, Joe)

Not only a less than minimally educated person, but stupid and out of touch as well.