On St. Patrick’s Day in Chicago, back in the day, it seemed as if a good portion of the revelers cycled through O’Rourke’s Pub on North Avenue in Chicago. The juke box was loaded with the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. No wonder. Their records were permanently enshrined in the box, and the regulars knew all the lyrics. Note: The blog software insists on displaying some of this content more than once. I can’t talk it out of doing that. I’m sure you will prove equal to the challenge.
On the Ed Sullivan Show:
Sitting in on a Pete Seeger special:
My blog entry about O’Rourke’s Pub, A Bar on North Avenue.
…and a more recent entry about the Old Town Ae House. Chicago newspaper writers at the time referred to the Bermuda Triangle of Riccardo’s, O’Rourke’s and the Ale House. Of course Billy Goat;s provided the triangle with a fourth side, but hey, who was counting?
The third act: My name is Roger and I’m an alcoholic.
On St. Patrick’s Day in Chicago, back in the day, it seemed as if a good portion of the revelers cycled through O’Rourke’s Pub on North Avenue in Chicago. The juke box was loaded with the Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem. No wonder. Their records were permanently enshrined in the box, and the regulars knew all the lyrics.
