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Write for our "I remember when at Priest Lake.... " section - finish the sentence with your story.
Pecky Cox
pecky@sisna.com
As I was reading your web site this afternoon, so many stories came to mind it was scary. One really made me laugh. Some of the first year college young women that would come to the lake had the "world by the tail" and it showed. One evening when I was 17, I was setting next to Millie at her bar with all the silver dollars imbedded in it. I was accompanied by one of these young ladies and Millie had just about had all she could take of 'attitude'. As was well known, Millie always wore a kimono and loved to shock people with her vocabulary. True to form Millie looked at this young lady who had seem to have gotten Millie's goat, whipped out one of her breasts and said to the young woman, "Ain't that a butte?" The girl almost broke through the front door getting out of there. It was her first time meeting Millie and I would guess it was her last.... I know it was her last date with me!!!! Millie and I had some great laughs about that later during that year of 1957..