
(That's Jesse Piszczor Sr. behind the bar at the Old Mill Tavern and Donald (Pezar) Piszczor just behind him)
There wasn't much to the place really; a long bar, 6' pool table, bowling machine (of which I was told I had a diaper change on a few times!), jukebox and boarding on the second floor. It wasn't that big either and the liquor and beer storage was somewhat like a small cave that you got to through a trapdoor in the men's room. But if you wanted to see family without dropping by some one's home on short or no notice this was our place. I have fond memories when I got transferred back to Cleveland in the 80's of stopping by the Old Mill at Midnight on a Saturday, either with my wife or on my own, and having a beer and playing pool with my Uncle Mike until closing time. Not an exciting life event but I miss those nights now.
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