Many a fine fall night of 94 sat we three, or two, or even more, reveling in the generosity of Steve, passing us countless beers gratis.
Kev and i would sit in the beer garden on train whistle Thursdays playing with hot citronella while we sipped rum and coke in huge tumblers.
The Memphis was the only place I ever took Amy Andrews on a date. We arrived at the door on a Friday night, and the bouncer asked for ID. I told him we were with Steve Bishop and we were ushered around the line into the bar, where Steve served my then Ethyl conspiring dream numerous Coronas at the risk costing the place its liquor license.
Best job ever. I freakin loved that place. I should because if I wasn't in school I was there "working" or checking out a band.
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