Our industry is, without question, the neighborhood where the cops get called often, but always leave with a smile on their face and a beer in their hand.
We're damn proud to share the block with all of you scoundrels and neer-do-wells in black T-shirts. Our porch light is always on if you need a hand. And, while our piggy bank is sitting in pieces on the kitchen floor, we've still got a fridge full of beer and a few extra quarters. We're here today, and we'll be here tomorrow, for all of you.