Well, it was a long, fun night with Beanne and Bob and certainly not without it’s stories. So, off we go to Spring Mountain Toothless Bar (or something like that) and within 8 minutes of our arrival, Pat and Beanne have got some old (maybe), drunk (definitely), horny (obviously) parolee (says he) hanging over their shoulders telling them that he is a love child and asking if they would like to make love. Such fun. Well, the girls graciously declined his tempting offer and he and his 20 or so teeth wandered off to hang with some other lucky imbibers. Again, fun. The place was pretty cool. A local towny dive bar, you know? Two minutes from the Obee residence (nice), not much food, four standard beers on tap, no high end liquors and probably the same 15 or so people in there every night. Anyway, home at 1:30 a.m. which is way past the bedtime (we’re old, remember), and up at 08:00 a.m. to see what this blog stuff is all about. So, in essence, this is a test. Ok, let’s see what this mutha does. Later.

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