Bob Young

Bobby Young left his family for San Francisco in 1974. He appreciates the mentoring from his gay family that would eventually bring him to New Orleans and beyond.  He’s bartended, owned a Coffeehouse in the Russian River, Commercial Real Estate and currently lives between the Russian River and the East Coast with his four rescue dogs.

Bob Young's Stories

Bar Wars - Quarter Stories 16

Fourth of July on Bourbon Street, hot muggy and so crowded you couldn’t move on the street or in the bar. I squeezed my way into Lafitte’s past the doorman checking ID’s and stood a minute by Steve Wiley, our manager who was surveying the door and the crowd. “It’s nuts, been like this all […]

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If You’re From Baton Rouge—Quarter Stories 15

Stories about my adventures bartending in New Orleans in the late ’70s and early ’80s. To read them all, click here. Working in the bars in New Orleans, I learned one thing very quickly about myself—my type of man was Cajun. Cajuns typically were dark-haired, with pale skin and green eyes. They came from an area […]

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Bartending is a Dance - Quarter Stories 10

At Lafitte’s, the bar was made of thick old bayou cypress planks polished by thousands of men leaning, cruising and drinking on it for over 45 years. Underneath these planks was a cheap burlap skirt and not much else hiding the jockey boxes and equipment. The bar was a large and amorphous island, open on […]

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Peacocks - Quarter Stories 9

1979: The crowds were still in full force around the stage for the Bourbon Street Awards and the only space available was under the balcony where the stage itself blocked the view but gave a bit of space to hang out. Clyde and Al and I watched the very end of the Bourbon Street Awards […]

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Mark

2008: I was living at the Russian River and a good friend called me up and said you have to see this astrologer. “He is really cool and accurate, but he has to come to your house to do this reading. He sits at your kitchen table,” he said. It was unusual for Russ to […]

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The Torch - Quarter Stories 14

1982—Max was at work at the point station, his head down deep into the jockey box scooping up ice in the cups taking orders three and four at a time. We were slammed. I was in my station picking up some of his to keep up. I looked over at him and saw his whole […]

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The Lavender Line - Quarter Stories 11

Sunday was my favorite day to go out. Friday and Saturday shifts were over. I could go out on my own down to the Quarter and hang with one or two of the bartenders. We’d hang in the part of the Quarter below the Lavender line, a boundary of sorts at St Ann Street where […]

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Cajun Sweat (Louis Pt. 2 )- Quarter Stories 13

Louis had vanished. Iʼd look for him but he kept out of the bars, strange hours, whatever jobs he picked up. Saw Jeff again who came on to me at Jewel’s and weʼd play around some with his big beard and arms and was kinda hot but he was not Louis. I couldnʼt make out […]

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Louis the Cajun - Quarter Stories 12

(1981) Cajuns have a way about them, the way they move as men, the heavy beards, beefy bodies, thick hair all over em. Sexy as natural as picking up a crate and seeing the hot New Orleans sun beating down on their muscle-flexed sweaty arms. Loading up a truck outside the bar at Bourbon and […]

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Bourbon Street Exulting - Quarter Stories 8

1979: A thunderclap woke me up and then loud voices. I hadn’t gotten much sleep but wasn’t hungover. I felt a buzz all around me, I had no idea what time it was but could hear guys laughing in the courtyard and then the door was opened and in came Louie and Clyde. “Get your lazy […]

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