When you first move to a city you pay close attention as you drive. You want to make sure to never make a wrong turn. You also notice business signs.
That is, until the route becomes habit. When that happens you can drive to work and be unable to remember the drive there.
I drive Bartow Road almost every day. When we first moved here we’d drive past Happy Jack’s and break into the song:
Happy jack wasnt old, but he was a man
He lived in the sand at the isle of man
The kids would all sing, he would take the wrong key
So they rode on his head on their furry donkey — Happy Jack, The Who
Yeah, we never figured out how that song fit a BBQ place either. Seeing as we almost never eat BBQ, we never stopped in to sample the fare. But, as we sat in traffic, we liked watching the heat rise from the smoker.
That’s not going to happen as Happy Jack’s closed this past New Year’s Eve.
But they couldn’t stop jack, or the waters lapping
And they couldnt prevent jack from feeling happy
Note: The Ledger’s Rick Runion also stopped by after the close for a few photos of Happy Jacks.