“Dear Joe Jost’s: You don’t know me, but I’d like to thank you for offering a place to just sit down and have a beer. Where playing your next pool game was all there was to worry about. A place where you can enjoy the latest jokes with good friends, yet have the solitude that you need. A place to hide from the troubles of the world and responsibilities of home, until someone calls and says dinner is ready. A place where you can show your daughter the rules of the pool table and the taste of her first pickled egg. A place where you can brag and show off your trophy- for triumphing snooker with a broken arm. A place that provided the “best” sweatshirts and hats. A place that was all that one man needed…. Thank you. Daughter of Richard Calhoun 1/15/45-1/20/01″