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This is one of two antique stores in Pawnee Rock. After a fire (last year? this year?), the store is only about 1/3 the size it used to be. It extended to the left.
In my day, this was Bob’s and then it was the Pawnee Inn. Taverns, both. When I was a kid, we seldom went in the bars – ’cause they were dark and smoky and filled with old men drinking. (Of course, at that time 25 was old to us.)
I don’t think I went in this particular tavern until Bob’s niece moved to town when I was in 7th grade. Then I went in there often with Debbie. Bob was a pretty decent guy.
Anyway, my favorite memory of this building was hanging out one night with a friend – when I was drinking age -18 or 19 (yep, 18-year-olds could drink 3.2 beer back then). Karla and I played this song on the juke box a time or two and probably sang along: All the Gold in California.
Was in a bank in the middle of Beverly Hills, in somebody else’s name. The Gatlin boys! I loved that song!
After Ralph’s comment about the building smiling, I am seeing faces in buildings. This one looks amused or surprised. And if I walked in that door, I’d feel like I was walking into its mouth.