
| In January 1995, Frank and his roommates at Mercyhurst College (Erie, PA) flipped over their couch and to their surprise, found out it looked quite much like a bar. They wanted this new bar to be a drinking hole for anthropology students and dubbed this bar "The Waltzing Australopithecene," but that was a stupid name.... the Rusty Trowel was much, much sleeker and hardcore. They had a winner, a hobby, a money maker, and a lover. (But the police would have other ideas....) |
| The Rusty Trowel wound up hosting a shit-load of parties, and makin' a little scratch on the side to boot. Flyers here... |













