Re: The Goat. R.I.P.

The Goat was like the bar across the street from any roundhouse, where the crews and workers and their friends could get together to socialize, argue and sometimes cuss the management. If someone got out of line, the owner would throw him out in the street, or his buddies would call someone to take him home. If the atmosphere became too uncomfortable, then people would stop coming in and the bar would go out of business. Well, that's what happened to the Goat. I no longer enjoyed visiting. I felt people were being attacked beyond the bounds of healthy criticism. Any attempts by someone to defend themselves or their organization were rebuffed. One of the patrons said "...if you can't stand the heat, stay out of the kitchen." True enough, so I left, as did others. We've all lost the neighborhood bar, so we'll have to find somewhere else to meet. The Goat is dead; long live the Goat. Thanks, Jay.