A Night at the Milner Pub Club
On a fall night in 1977, myself, Jack Savage and Rob Webb had been sipping a few brews and decided to make a trek to huntington, WV to the Milner Pub Club. We were all three of legal age at this time but had gone there a few times over the years when we weren't. They had a reputation for never checking ID. Jack wanted to drive his blue VW. Now, the Milner Pub Club was a very seedy strip joint owned by the mafia. By the time we got there we were lit.
We got on the elevator to journey up to the top floor and Rob was like Flounder on Animal House saying "Oh Boy"! Jack rang the doorbell and a huge unfamiliar large black gentleman answered our call. He said, I'll need to see some ID. Jack and I had ours but Rob had pulled a Scott Lovin and forgot his wallet. The black gentleman said, "you two can go in but not this one." Then the shit hit the fan. Rob said, "By God, I've been coming here on a regular basis since I was 15 and I've never had to show an ID. Ask any of the girls". The response was, "you do now". Rob went into a rant of cuss words that I may never have heard before that day. Jack and I ushered him out and then we got mad.
Jack said, "Let's go to the police station and report them for allowing underage kids in there for the last 8 years". And so, we went to the police station. The Sergeant on duty was very polite when Jack explained our complaint. But, then he asked, "Where do you live". Jack responded, "In Kentucky". The Sergeant then stated, "I'll give you 10 minutes to get out of West Virginia and into Ohio across the first bridge. After that we're coming to get you". Needless to say, we made haste.
We got on the elevator to journey up to the top floor and Rob was like Flounder on Animal House saying "Oh Boy"! Jack rang the doorbell and a huge unfamiliar large black gentleman answered our call. He said, I'll need to see some ID. Jack and I had ours but Rob had pulled a Scott Lovin and forgot his wallet. The black gentleman said, "you two can go in but not this one." Then the shit hit the fan. Rob said, "By God, I've been coming here on a regular basis since I was 15 and I've never had to show an ID. Ask any of the girls". The response was, "you do now". Rob went into a rant of cuss words that I may never have heard before that day. Jack and I ushered him out and then we got mad.
Jack said, "Let's go to the police station and report them for allowing underage kids in there for the last 8 years". And so, we went to the police station. The Sergeant on duty was very polite when Jack explained our complaint. But, then he asked, "Where do you live". Jack responded, "In Kentucky". The Sergeant then stated, "I'll give you 10 minutes to get out of West Virginia and into Ohio across the first bridge. After that we're coming to get you". Needless to say, we made haste.