Moe's and Joe's Tavern, home of the $4 pitcher of PBR. I BUMPED into Gary, Jeff, Roy, and Bob at Moe's and Joe's Tavern in the Virginia Highland area. They sat in the booth behind me and before we even crossed paths Roy was close to coughing up his entire lung. He was the oldest of them all and had supposedly "slipped out the back door of his nursing home" for a night of drinkin' with the boys. I still am not sure on how true that story is, but it sounded funny so I had to believe it. Before I introduced myself I heard them talking about old friends and what they were up to. This is when it really hit me! I am used to talking about friends that have recently been engaged, married, or are having children, but I overheard them taking about friends and questioning if they were still alive???? It was insane. This is when I knew I would have to blog about them. It made me realize that we all take this life for granted. In 1944 when Moe's and Joe's first opened they were probably talking about the same thing I am these days, their friends who are getting hitched and havin chillin', but 66 years later they are discussing the same people and if they are alive or not!?!? Life is short, but sweet for certain! So savor every moment, with your friends, your family, and yourself because 66 years will come sooner than you expect. I only hope to run into the 4 Men and a Bar again. They were an unforgettable crew and could drink me under the table in PBR, Cheers Boys!
