Louisville Magazine

MAY 2019

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50 LOUISVILLE MAGAZINE 5.19 PUBLISHING SEPTEMBER 2019 For more info, call 625-0100 or email advertising@loumag.com. Tim, David, Mike, Bill, Steve, Bob. Some customers, some friends, most a blend of both. If you look out across Bardstown Road, you'll notice something: Rubin's business is the oldest in sight. When I ask Rubin how he's made it all these years without knowing if he's even turning a profit, he pauses and playfully says, "Because I don't give a shit." is place has never been about money for Rubin. "I like it here. I like being with my stuff, with the people who come in," Rubin says. "When I'm in here, I'm 26 again." Rubin has long since moved out of the upstairs apartment and in with his partner, Lynn, in Crescent Hill. He sold the building five years ago, and the owners have allowed him to stay. But now a new for-sale sign hangs to the left of the faded, red-painted door and stairs on the building's front. Rubin's not sure if whoever buys it will want an old business as a tenant — especially one as idiosyn- cratic as his. As closing time approaches, Rubin still sits in his chair. A few people linger past 2 o'clock, and I catch Rubin looking around the store, giggling to himself. I ask him what he's thinking, and at first, he's too shy to answer. But then his orneriness kicks in. "It reminds me of college parties," he says. "When the lights come on and you look around to see who is going home with you." If you'd asked a young Chuck Rubin what he wanted to be when he grew up, he would have answered, "Left alone." It's not that he's a loner; he loves people. He spends the week with his partner and her grandson, as much time as possible with his daughters and grandchildren, and, of course, with his customers and commu- nity. But every weekend, he heads to his cabin at Patoka Lake in Indiana, tucked in the Hoosier National Forest about an hour's drive from Louisville. Rubin would tell you he doesn't have a partic- ular reason for wanting to be alone each weekend. But most who know him would agree it doesn't matter. He gives away so much that he deserves time and space just for him. But he'll be back in his chair on Tuesday morning, and every morning, until closing time the following Saturday. I ask when he'll retire and he laughs. "What would be the point? I'm already retired," he says. "I haven't worked a single day in 31 years."

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