Man, I used to go drinking there after work in the '70s. The place was always packed with blue collar drinkers after work. I loved the place...that is until I stopped drinking in the '80s...sigh, those were the days. :(((
A lot of Coast Guard used to drink there back when Governors Island was still open. Downtown would be absolutely empty, like a ghost-town, on weeknights and weekends back then. Except for Killarney Rose and its glowing sign beckoning you in for a couple of pops before the short cold ferry ride back to the base and its little Midwest of parking lots, bowling alleys, and Burger Kings.
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One of the old book jackets lining the walls of Chumley's. Eternal Shame on Bloomberg, the City Fathers, and the powers that be that this cultural landmark has STILL not been saved and reopened.
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Man, I used to go drinking there after work in the '70s. The place was always packed with blue collar drinkers after work. I loved the place...that is until I stopped drinking in the '80s...sigh, those were the days. :(((
A most beautiful sign indeed!
A lot of Coast Guard used to drink there back when Governors Island was still open. Downtown would be absolutely empty, like a ghost-town, on weeknights and weekends back then. Except for Killarney Rose and its glowing sign beckoning you in for a couple of pops before the short cold ferry ride back to the base and its little Midwest of parking lots, bowling alleys, and Burger Kings.
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