A small world story-
I remember my Dad telling me a story about him and Johnny Hill and not sure whom else maybe one of the Tenecores traveled to the west coast “Seattle” area sometime I believe in the mid to late 1940’s.They got a room in the downtown Seattle area or Fisherman Warf area of town. My dad said it was the most disgusting room he ever stayed in as he open up the dresser drawer and a HUGE rat came flying out of the drawer. Back then it was the gangster era so the guys all tried to look tuff and dress up like a gangster. We actually have a picture with Johnny and Dad and I think there was a Tennicore in the photo in a make shift jail all in hand cuffs. Anyways Dad was thirsty so he headed towards the nearest bar a couple of blocks away.
As he was getting closer he heard fighting going on and loud crashes and things breaking. Obviously he thought hell had broken loose in that bar as sailors were flying out the door head first. Dad walked in anyways just to see the live entertainment and also he was still thirsty so what the hell he entered the bar. Tables were broken, glasses were smashed and 2 big guys were kicking the butts of a bar full of bunch of sailors. All of a sudden the two big guys stopped for a moment and turned at dad and said Hi Louie what the hell are you doing here. Turn out it was the Metcalfe boys not sure which ones but they were having a ball Dad said learning the sailors. Dad said they were all happy to be heading back to North Dakota as it was way to wild and noisy for them….I wish I had more details but that’s all I remember…
Dad had a knack of entering some pretty rowdy and dangerous bars as he was actually shot after leaving one in Minneapolis as a mugger tried to hold him up. Dads response (loud squeal first) as he told his mugger to get a !@#$%^ job and earn it like everybody else you worthless little SOB.BOOM he was shot above the knee cap…I remember he called home afterword’s as he had missed his train to Rugby mom was wondering where he was because he wasn’t at the A.C. Bar. Mom asked him (I was on the other phone) Louis where are you his reply was priceless…Well I’ve been shot! A 22 round just above the knee cap…Police should up as dad was sitting on the boulevard and the policeman said I heard gunshots dad replied well ya I’ve been shot for Christ sakes….The police man said what did he look like dad said he was black who the hell knows!
I remember the old school yard where we used to play dodge ball, Dean Helgeson,Ron and Allen Richard, Billy Grady, Dennis Persian, Jerry Walett, Mark Anderson, Skip VanDel, well you get the jist of it all the guys, and girls, it was a grand time to be young, playing marbles in the spring,and no better place to experience grade school than Dunseith Public in the “OLE WHITE SCHOOL’. Thanks Tim for the memories.