In reply to Barry.

Heh. The Paper Doll, I’m betting. My crew used to ride our Harleys out there several times a week, often enough that the manager, George, used to meet us at the door to take our helmets back to the office for safekeeping, then escort us to our usual table right by the stage. He’d even go so far as to shoo away anybody who had sat there by mistake. We were outright royalty at what they used to call the Granpappy, that’s for sure. I’ve had occasion to visit titty bars all over the country over lo, these many years, but the good ol’ Paper Doll was hands down the best of ’em all.

As for the DDI, we didn’t start playing there until 1989, so we might’ve missed ya there.

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