Heartbroken.
I live half a block from Griffâs. Would be devastating for the neighborhood to lose it.
Really? Did you spend much time there? If so I imagine weâve crossed paths a few times. My rule was always to live within a half mile of Griffâs until life required additional considerations when deciding where to live.
You had me then you lost me.
This sucks.
Never a regular, I actually went there more during law school, before we moved here. Havenât had as much reason to go there since I quit drinking but itâs such a fundamental part of the neighborhood and I would hate to lose it.
Was Deb still teaching pretrial lit when you were in law school?
I wasnât necessarily a regular, but lived a couple of blocks away on Hawthorne St. I could walk in and stumble out. Thereâs also a story involving my wife and I dating way back in the day and her introducing me to her new boyfriend there on St. Patrickâs Day, while she was parked in my driveway.
Alas, my old house is gone, replaced by some high-rent condo things. I get depressed driving through that neighborhood now.
Nope, but my pretrial lit class carried on the tradition of meeting there a couple times. Just walked down and took this:
Itâs amazing how much that neighborhood has changed. Griffâs was a true relic in a city that too often eschews its own history.
Thanks for the picture. When I was studying for the bar exam, Deb told me to do 90 minutes of study every day and then go do anything else for the rest of the afternoon. Then I should come to Griffâs at 6:00pm and if I put in my 90 minutes sheâd buy me a shot. Best study plan ever!
NOOOOOO!
The owners are Texas Tech grads and boosters and a Red Raider could always feel at home in Griffâs. I used to live near there years ago. I loved Griffâs Aeros Army back in Sam Houston Coliseum days. So many memories.
So sad.
Robbie Bachman of the rock band Bachman-Turner Overdrive has died aged 69.
Thatâs fantastic. And in general a great philosophy for bar prep. I worked my ass off seven days a week between the hours of eight and noonâthen I fucked off and did whatever I wanted/needed with my afternoons and evenings. Great way to balance the work/stress with some sanity/self-care. Her wisdom found its way to me somehow I guess.
Four Tech degrees between the two of them. Griffâs signature shot is the Red Raider Slut.
Fuck that sucks. Many a good time was had there, it was on the shortlist of places I âhaveâ to visit again next time Iâm in Houston.
Robbie Knievel, daredevil and son of the legendary Evel Knievel, 60. From pancreatic cancer.
Damn. There are no good ways to go, but pancreatic cancer is well near the bottom.
At least itâs fast, or it was with my grandmother
I was about to post something similar. My FIL died from it. He was a physician and diagnosed himself.
Not what you would ever choose.