No but my dad's best friend owned a tavern where I spent nearly every Saturday with the old man in the mid/late 1970's from the time I was 8-ish years old until 13-ish. The day would start out the same. The old man would take me out around 7 am or so for a driving lesson at Ellenberger Park. Then we would hit Harold's Steer Inn for breakfast and to shoot the shit with Wilhelm, Yaggi and McLeish. We'd hit a few other places and end up at his buddy's bar around 11 am or so. The old man would drink with his pals, solve the world's problems and we would watch college football. They served great sandos there too around lunch. I would ferry drinks for drunks from the bar to the booths for tips. The old man would tell em not to, but they would slip the cash to me anyway. Was on a first name basis with the bookie Clarence. Hit my first 5 team parlay card at nine years old (75 bucks IIRC).
Those were some of my fondest life's memories, and I learned alot from them. Blessed I tells ya.
