Clipped From Lansing State Journal
Haven for Car Makers To Bow to Assembly Line By JOHN MCALEENAN Staff Writer The patrons will tilt the last beer, gulp the last neat shot, juggle the pinball machines for the last time, shovel down the last morsel of macaroni and cheese ($1.50). The lights will be doused and the door shut sometime sometime after 2 a.m. Sunday on Milo's, a bar-restaurant bar-restaurant bar-restaurant that is almost as much of an institution in Lansing as the looming Oldsmobile plant. MILO'S, a home away from home since the 1920s, will be sorely missed and hard put to replace by company company cafeterias, next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last day patrons say. Milo's is Julius and Delphine Rambat, a second generation family of Yugoslavian immigrants, who have managed in a few decades to win the hearts of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of Olds workers who needed a listening post, maybe a beer on the tab, a couple of lunches until next payday but most of all Milo's is a place to get away from the jingle and jangle jangle world of making automobiles. Its corner location at 804 Olds Ave. bows next week to make way for an assembly plant and the mood Friday Friday afternoon was one of "let's drink to the good times and the good people . . ." JULIUS RAMBAT, who inherited the lunchroom-barber lunchroom-barber lunchroom-barber shop from his father in the early 1950s, was knee-deep knee-deep knee-deep in nostalgia Friday, and wondering along with is wife, Del, and mother Mary, where they would go next. They were sure that the years had been good and that they had many good friends. There was a proclamation from the mayor, and though their names were spelled wrong a few times, it was appreciated. Mom Rambat, who still puts in six days a week, got a key to the city and applause from Mr. Graves for her 49 years of "friendly service and . hospitality." It was, says Julius, an education: "The people helped me learn some things . . . and maybe I was of some help. I know I tried to make this place a home, and in turn, I've been very lucky in the people I've met. "MAYBE WE didn't make too much money but we certainly have prospered in the Family of Man. I'm thankful for that." Gail Niver, a Olds superintendent, sipped a beer on the next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last next-to-last day, and echoed Rambat's feelings. "I've been coming here for 15 years so I'm probably probably just a newcomer but the 'feel' of the place was that you were just going into the living room to have a beer. It just had that 'comfortable' atmosphere. "IT WAS just sort of your own place, no matter how many people were inside, and it will be missed. It is sad to see it go." It was busy Friday but the mood was sort of "waiting for the party" Saturday night. It will be a good party, filled not with regrets but memories of the good times.