We moved here in 1978. Poor Red’s was just what you did on a Friday or Saturday night. It was how you met new friends when you first moved to this county. It was so well known that if you wore a Poor Red’s tee shirt while traveling around the U.S. or Europe there was a very good possibility that some stranger would come up and say “Hey, I’ve been there.”
We knew the bartenders: Jack, Rod, Bud, Mike, Jimmy and Hank. The afternoon waitresses were Dort and Arlene. One of our daughters worked there for years after high school and met her husband there. Since Mike and Bree Adams have taken over Poor Red’s, I can assure you that it has not been the same.
Since they have owned it, we have not gone in there more than one or two times to meet for a drink. Nothing is the same. In the good ole days, the Christmas carols and card exchange was the best part of Christmas. Also, who can forget Good Friday at Poor Red’s? From what I read, they are deserving of each and every federal charge against them. In my wildest dreams I can’t imagine why they are still out, and not in prison serving their sentence.
I’m waiting patiently for new owners to bring Poor Red’s back to what we all remember so we all have a place to meet up again. Until then, I miss a lot of our friends.