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Apple Sage Stuffing

Mashed Potatoes

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THEM WERE THE DAYS

Dancing in the 60’s

They were the days!  In the late 60’s the hot spots for Saturday night dances around the Dunseith, ND area  were Rolette, Perth, Maxbass and Mylo.  Small towns that always seemed to be able to put on a fun dance with a life band.  No disc jockeys, back in them days, Disc Jockeys were only heard on the radio.  Of the small towns, Mylo always seemed to be the best place to go, from my perspective anyway.  We always had a great time there.

This reminds me of a story:

Once upon a time we went to a dance in Mylo. ND.  There were three of us.  We all had worked that particular Saturday and as usual , we had worked late and didn’t get out of town until about 800PM.  But the dancing at the dances never really got going until about 9:00PM. anyway.  So we had time to pick up our refreshments before we left town. Of course the refreshments, shortened the trip, and provided the liquid courage to dance and the ability to ask a girl to dance.   We always intended to dance, and we definitely did dance.

This was a warm night,   No air conditioners in the dance halls in them days.  Just the doors and windows open as far as you could get them, and hope and pray for a breeze.  Being warm as it was, several trips were made to the vehicle for something cool to drink.  These trips were usually made when the band decided to take a break. 

The band usually would take 10 or 15 minutes every hour, and sometimes longer breaks when it was exceptionally warm. During these breaks we would head for our car, and of course it would be no fun without a few girls, so, w e would use the that great pick up line at the time      “ would you like to join us for a cool brew”.  What girl could resist a line like that after dancing, getting warm, and working up a thirst for something cool?

During these breaks most dancers would head for the two outhouses behind the dance hall.  But, everyone knew that the lines were long to these facilities “even though, they were two holers” and that there were just has many people going behind them as going in them.  Not very sanitary conditions at all.  Makes you realize why the Iraqi people think that the ultimate insult, is to hit someone with sole of your shoe. 

That was another advantage of heading for the vehicle and taking a short drive out into the country.  We would find a secluded spot on a prairie trail a few miles out of town We would take turns going to the bathroom.  No lines and a little more sanitary then the outhouse experience.  The boys would walk up the trail a short distance, and do their thing and the girls would go behind the car.  Sometimes, they would ask if you would put your foot on the brake pedal, so that they could have some light back there.  Probably were a little scared of the dark and the fact , that there might be some critters out there in the dark.  But, I don’t recall any girl ever asking me to pop the hood? 

 We would all sit in the vehicle, enjoy the refreshments, talk, tell stories, and laugh.  This particular evening we must have spent a lot more time socializing, then we realized, as when it got close to midnight, and time to head out for home, we realized that all the refreshments were gone.   

We immediately panicked; we jumped into our vehicle and headed for the bar.  The bars closed at midnight in them days.  We were lucky there was a parking space right in front of the door.  The 21 year old that was with us, jumped out, and headed immediately to the door.  The lights were on in the bar and there were people standing up at the bar drinking. We could see directly into this bar as it had an all glass front. I know, we all thought we had it made.

Our 21 year old fellow grabbed the door handle and pushed.  The door did not move.  It was locked.  He looked back at us with that “what the hell” look on his face.  Of course we were signaling, pound on the door.  He turned around and banged on the door.  We could see that the bartender had seen him and was coming toward the door.  We were lucky, we had made it.  We were going to have refreshments for the road home.  The bartender got to the door, opened it slighyly, brought a pistol from behind him and shot our buddy right in the face.  Our buddy hit that sidewalk like a sack of bricks, 

We couldn’t believe our eyes.  We sat there with our eyes as big as saucers and our mouths hanging open.  I know our chins were on our laps, wondering, what the hell just happ ened.  I know with the way we looked, we could have scared little kids on Halloween Night.

Finally, what seemed like an eternity, our buddy, began to move and flop around; we could smell tear gas in the air.  We jumped out and grabbed him and tried to get him up.  He was complaining that his face was burning and that he could not see.  We got under each of his arms and drug him north, down the street, where we knew there was a water hydrant.  We got his head under the hydrant, and turned on the water.  We flushed him good.  He recovered quickly, but he looked terrible.  His face was burned red, with pimple on top of pimple, and his eyes continued to bother him for the entire trip home. 

Actually the smell and the way he looked bothered us too!