It is a mistake to think a pistol gives you enough power when holding
up a saloon. I have no idea how far I would have to drive to find a
decent meal of bacon and eggs if I drove north or south. I might find
one at the Little River Casino in Manistee, Michigan. I might find one
at the Four Winds Casino in New Buffalo. So it is possible that it's
90 miles north and 90 miles south. I know it is less than 150 miles
driving east because the Iron Horse doesn't ever close. Some unwise
man with a pistol strode into the Iron Horse and tried to marr the
Christmas Eve steak and eggs of a close knit group of railroad men who
hunt for deer with shotgun, bow & arrow and muzzle loader. Did this
man ever hear of that lesson from Underworld 101, "Casing the Joint"
Sad lesson to learn late, but the men who took him down after the
first shot probably would have blown him to a plate of beef and eggs
had he asked right. I'm trying to imagine the scene as they held the
poor fool secure awaiting a super quick response from the Durand
police, who are always cruising around main street. How long until the
waitress brought around the coffee pot for refills I went to see my
parents last Christmas Eve, and sat at the bar and ate steak and eggs,
the eggs hard boiled to order, which nobody does except at the Iron
Horse, and this is the story I collected. I have to go back and find
out if the crime scene investigation closed down the kitchen or not.
Sad to think that Christmas Eve couldn't close the doors but a man
with a gun could. Tonight I am awaiting for 10:30 PM, when lessons and carols commences
at the Central United Methodist Church. Last year, Gwynneth Bean the
noted soprano performed with the choir. The church is 14 or so decades
old. When I was born, it hadn't celebrated its century milestone yet.
In this way, both Church and I enter history. In 2004, my best friend and I celebrated Christmas Eve at a casino in
Nevada, a local place on the main strip in Pahrumps. It had a lovely
setup for dollar craps, and after an hour, I had accumulated 30
dollars in action. No one but we were in the casino but the manager
and one lady, and I asked the manager to comp a pair of steaks and he
complied. As we sat waiting at the bar, the woman came over to talk to
us. After a few minutes, the manager inquired, "Are you having a good
evening, miss" She was. I had noticed her purse was open, revealing a
certificate seemingly issued by the Nye County department of health.
We wished her a Merry Christmas and took our two steak dinners to go.
up a saloon. I have no idea how far I would have to drive to find a
decent meal of bacon and eggs if I drove north or south. I might find
one at the Little River Casino in Manistee, Michigan. I might find one
at the Four Winds Casino in New Buffalo. So it is possible that it's
90 miles north and 90 miles south. I know it is less than 150 miles
driving east because the Iron Horse doesn't ever close. Some unwise
man with a pistol strode into the Iron Horse and tried to marr the
Christmas Eve steak and eggs of a close knit group of railroad men who
hunt for deer with shotgun, bow & arrow and muzzle loader. Did this
man ever hear of that lesson from Underworld 101, "Casing the Joint"
Sad lesson to learn late, but the men who took him down after the
first shot probably would have blown him to a plate of beef and eggs
had he asked right. I'm trying to imagine the scene as they held the
poor fool secure awaiting a super quick response from the Durand
police, who are always cruising around main street. How long until the
waitress brought around the coffee pot for refills I went to see my
parents last Christmas Eve, and sat at the bar and ate steak and eggs,
the eggs hard boiled to order, which nobody does except at the Iron
Horse, and this is the story I collected. I have to go back and find
out if the crime scene investigation closed down the kitchen or not.
Sad to think that Christmas Eve couldn't close the doors but a man
with a gun could. Tonight I am awaiting for 10:30 PM, when lessons and carols commences
at the Central United Methodist Church. Last year, Gwynneth Bean the
noted soprano performed with the choir. The church is 14 or so decades
old. When I was born, it hadn't celebrated its century milestone yet.
In this way, both Church and I enter history. In 2004, my best friend and I celebrated Christmas Eve at a casino in
Nevada, a local place on the main strip in Pahrumps. It had a lovely
setup for dollar craps, and after an hour, I had accumulated 30
dollars in action. No one but we were in the casino but the manager
and one lady, and I asked the manager to comp a pair of steaks and he
complied. As we sat waiting at the bar, the woman came over to talk to
us. After a few minutes, the manager inquired, "Are you having a good
evening, miss" She was. I had noticed her purse was open, revealing a
certificate seemingly issued by the Nye County department of health.
We wished her a Merry Christmas and took our two steak dinners to go.
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