It's Cleo's Brown Beam Tavern, Appleton, Wisconsin. Mixed drinks in high-ball glasses the size of a paint bucket, dirt cheap. Oh my goodness, did we kill brain cells in this place (well, technically next door, because this is their new location). And when we got home, we'd flip on the television and see this. Or this. Or maybe this.
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gene scott was a one of a kind.
a real hoot.
Gene was a hoot. He was on all night, railing away about the money. I remember one night in particular -- he's sitting there, wearing a pith helmet (who knows why) and demanding that his musicians play "Pissants for Jesus."
"C'mon! Play that Pissant thing!"
That would have been funny enough, but considering how altered we were, you can just imagine....
A timely post. 75 years ago today ratified the 21st amendment ending prohibition. Happy Repeal Day.
It could have been worse, Mark. You could have had your nephew wake you at 6 AM with an elephant flashlight that made real elephant-like sounds. By comparison, being nudged awake to watch the Smurfs was tame.
I understand that, Mike. It didn't even happen to me -- you guys did that to another older sibling, IIRC. But it does add to the story, no?
And amusingly enough, the "word verification" I get for this comment is "barmar."
I was at Cleo's on Saturday night -- nothing has changed -- and that's a good thing!
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