This is my second time at Putt Putts Bar, so I'm no longer a stranger at this Grand Rapids MI establishment. Mile 11699.

That's an old phrase. My stepgrandfather had a Schlitz mirror in a spare bedroom, the one the grandchildren slept in when we visited. I was able to read the message but not ken what it meant. So I asked my grandmother, who knew exactly where I had picked up that phrase. So she made him remove it from the bathroom walls and stash the mirror in the garage. I wonder how much that bar mirror is worth forty years hence. I wonder if it hasn't been splittered to pieces and tossed in a landfill.