Culley’s Pub

Every man of proper stock has a bar in each of his chosen home towns where he feels comfortable. In Greenville, SC, mine is the Corner Pocket. In Columbia, MO it was Johnny’s Beanery. And in Springfield MO, it was Culley’s Pub.

I probably didn’t spend as many hours in Culley’s as I have the other bars. In fact, my memories of Culley’s are made up of a few specific nights, most of which are draped in a haze of Jager shots. Nevertheless, those times are precious.

I will not re-tell this story here, because nearly everybody I know has heard it three times already. Suffice it to say, I asked my wife to marry me while the guy on the left in this picture sang a song called “How Do You Say Fuck You In Spanish?” Mine is not a story book tale, but Culley’s fits in with my life story pretty well.

I’ve thought about the place a lot recently and was only mildy surprised to read today that a couple of independent film guys have made a film about Culley’s called “Pub.” It premiered this week.

Now, if I could just introduce the director to Johnnys and the Corner Pocket, the trilogy of my young life would be complete.