Harry's Banana Farm in Lake Worth has long been famous for its stuffed alligator, its paperback "lending library," its Penthouse designation as one of the ten sleaziest bars in America, and for the philosophical musings posted on its outdoor sign. But this week's message struck a deeper chord. Maybe we're just feeling our mortality at the Juice, or maybe we like the idea of tossing down a shot of something strong whenever the world hands us yet another good reason.