Lyle came to me on the sabbath. Not to make my day better or to ask if I wanted to go get breakfast. Lyle came bearing bad news. Lyle came with reality. Lyle had watery eyes. Lyle said, "Did you hear about the travesty of Bozeman? The pour house is being turned into a cocktail bar."
The Pour House is, or was, the greatest bar in the small mountain town. A place where you could enjoy spending time with hippies and ladies and friends. Needless to say, that bar should be turned into a museum; a memorial for a place where many birthdays are thrown and you could guarentee that friends would meet there every thursday to enjoy a long island iced tea for 3 dollars. Yeah sure, go ahead and have as much as you'd like.
I am frustrated that I now have an excuse to not go back to Bozeman to visit. Where would I go to hang out?
Rest in Peace Pour House, you will be missed.
1 comment:
I disagree whole heartedly with your statement that the Pour House was the best bar in Bozeman. The Filling Station was, is and forever will be the greatest living testament to all things Bozeman. One may call you a fool if they were so inclined. Myself would do no such thing, I would instead state that you are merely misguided, albeit with your own inclination and right to define your own greatest bar.
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