Yesterday afternoon I stopped by a Chicago bar I had frequently driven by on the expressway. As the story goes, “Slow Down, Life’s Too Short” came from an owner who sold everything to buy a boat, beached it in Florida (in a town of less than 100 people) and decided to make a bar based on his new discovery to slow down, life is too short. Apparently the City of Chicago had some issues with it and shut the bar down in November of 2004.
The bar is currently unoccupied, but appears to be pillaged by trespassers on occasion. The colors are fading, but I think that’s why it gets its charm.