What ever happened to the Big Bad Wolf,
The Big Bad Wolf, the Big Bad Wolf?
Who ever would have thought, he' wind up
running a bistro in Indiana Pennsylvania?
(Beaten to death by John Kostas
Stuffed and Mounted by
Little Red Riding Hood)
is located at 560
Philadelphia Street in
Grub's Sports Bar is part of
the operation, located
immediately next door at
566 Philadelphia Street.
I don't know what happened
to #'s 562 and 564. Maybe
when you show up for the
middle finger birthday
party, you can ask them
that - then please let me
know. Inquiring minds, etc.
Wolfie's Pub Club & Grub
is celebrating the
Henry V at Agincourt
and the Birthday of
The Middle Finger SaluteOctober 25, 1415
(After visting Wolfie's, I no longer miss the Capital Restaurant or Recupero's)
My First Reaction
when I entered Wolfie's was
"Holy Shit!" What a place! I
was there in the daytime so there
weren't many people there, but
it's real obvious that at night, this
place can probaby be seen and
heard from outer spacer! (or at
least as far away as Johnstown.
It has a large reserved spot for
the live entertainment, lots of
room for writhing bodies to
vibrate to the music. There are
balconies to hang over, art for
the liberated conscience, several
bars for the excessively thirsty
and on the chance that you get
hungry, there is FOOD!
Wolfie's has it all!
This traditional bar game gets
better with each drink.
is the heart of Philadelphia
Street. At night, I bet it can
be heard throbbing in
Whitmire Hall and Leonard
Hall. It's a call of the wild
that lures us out of our dorm
rooms and into the street.
It's the right place to go to
howl! It absolutely trumps
Coney Island, Bruno's and
JP's. I wonder if Viv ever
as in any truly great gathering place, the sentiment of the day can be measured in terms of the art on the walls. No longer do we look to Elves and Ents, but to the walls and halls of the soon to be famous, the students of Indiana University of Pennsylvania. Of course, you're going to be famous. Just look at your predecesors. You are at the threshold of glory. Take the step!
|So. How can I visit the home of my Alma Mater and not do a little nostalgia? Ever play, “What ever happened to good ole…” (Fill in the name.) The Big Bad Wolf? After his episode with Little Red Riding Hood, he obviously opened a hot bar and restaurant in the former home of Jimmy Stewart, Indiana, Pennsylvania. Peter, Paul and Mary played here and afterwards Paul thanked the crowd for the warm reception. He said, “We’ll look for a town in the state of Indiana called Pennsylvania. We’ll go there too.”
But seriously – what ever happened to Ditch Gault? Oh, he’s faking being dead so the alumni association will stop asking him for money. I really believe that. D.C. Fitzgerald? – lived life fast and got there first. How about Dave Fry? The last I heard he was in Allentown or Bethlehem, doing what? I have no idea. Al Lucky? Still doing The Highwayman or my favorite of his, Ghost Riders in the Sky. Seriously, I heard he’s fixing guitars somewhere. What a voice he has! Warren Allen was called to better things. God recognized his value was too high to waste on humans. I’ll never forget his musical talent or The Folkmen. (23 years old - Leukemia) “Death!” was his favorite swear word. Who knew he’d meet it so soon?
And what about Salty who was clocked at over sixty miles per hour, coasting his wheel chair down Philadelphia Street toward Bruno’s (1966?). He’s still knockin’ ‘em dead with his guitar and his incredible talent. Most recently, Salty is teaching at the University of California at Fresno. I understand he’s flirting with retirement and actually considering moving back to Pennsylvania – He was from Blairsville. Ginny? Formed a new group called “The Cast-Offs,” and is playing “acid mock” on the banks of the Susquehanna.
How about Mike Russell? He vanished from my sight at graduation, never to be seen again. Fred Gelston is practicing Law in south Florida. I don’t know if the practice is improving his act or not. Hope so. I wonder where Dirty John is these days and if he’s taken a shower yet. I know he’s not still in Indiana. If he were still there, I would have smelled him. Vivian is still there. Good ole Viv – another grand voice. She married Jim somebody and if I know Viv, she has seven sons, all grown and she’s still married to Jim. God Bless good ole Vivian. I’ll never forget when I kissed her good night and she said I didn’t kiss as well as Dirty John. That was it for Viv. Humph. I was shocked that I had kissed someone who had kissed Dirty John. Gag! I sort of thought she smelled a bit like Dante that night (cologne John used to try in vain to conceal his B.O.).
The time conduit provides us with many adventures, many friends, love, pain, success, failure – all part of the grand adventure. Plan well. Live well. Love well. It’s all in the game.
By the way, when I graduated from IUP in 1969 with certification in secondary English, for every English teaching opening, there were over 3,000 (three thousand) applicants. Things are better now, at least in Florida. Here and now, for every opening there are around 40 (forty) applicants, most with no experience and with Masters Degrees. I wish my so-called advisor at IUP had advised me to major in accounting or business administration or something useful. My advice to undergrads today is DON’T major in English. Do something useful – go to a trade school and major in plumbing. Become a Ferrier. Learn to be an electrician. Those guys have jobs. You want to get a job driving a delivery truck? If you major in English, you’re a shew in for a class ‘A’ CDL. Plumbers and electricians make better money than teachers, too! Truck drivers make MUCH better money than teachers. For a class 'A' CDL and a good job,
call 1-800-44-PRIDE. Go Orange! Yeah!
P.S. Wolfie's didn't give me a menu. They said they'd send me one. I'm still waiting. The online menu is peripheral, at best, to what they actually have there.