My father Vic Kuritz's favorite hangout. He passed away in 2003, and now the pig is going away. Kinda sad. I remember sitting there with him, drinking coffee and smoking cigs, occasionally some old dude would walk in and they'd say "how ya doing...,", shoot the breeze for a minute. Things aren't like that anymore. People don't even speak to strangers in public. We all stay in our own little worlds. You can't live in the past, but I sure miss some of the things from the past. [color:"green"] [/color]