With the Rodeo Parade around the corner and the motorcycle rally hot on my heals, I thought I’d share an excerpt from my memoir that readers may enjoy. This excerpt from Born Again in a Biker Bar is from the Chapter titled “1996 Our First Rodeo Parade.” It sure brings back memories. I’m happy to say that we have a more well behaved crowd than we did back in those days. Fights on Rodeo Parade night were a given when I took over the bar but after a few years of what came to be known as “the wrath of the redhead” people started to behave in order to avoid being 86 ed for life.
1996 Our First Rodeo Parade Excerpt
We had our heads buried in the ice for four solid hours. Tommy stocked beer for us, and as soon as he’d put in a case of Coors Light it was time to bring out another one. I was out of regular Coors by six thirty, and Jack Daniel’s was going like hotcakes, as well as Crown Royal. I was afraid that I was going to run out of everything before last call, unless it came at nine thirty, as Ray predicted.
The cowboys got louder and louder and rowdier and rowdier, and at nine twenty-five there was a loud crash as one of them was thrown right through my storeroom door. I was horrified. We had a pile of cowboys tossing one another around in my hallway, and I was screaming at the top of my lungs, “Stop it, you bastards. Knock it off and get the hell out of my bar.” It took only minutes, and there was Ray and about five of his fellow officers pulling the cowboys off of one another. Ray looked at me and motioned a karate chop at his neck with his hand that said, That’s it; you’re done. I couldn’t believe it. He’d called that within five minutes.
I hope you got a kick out of this and decide to buy the book to get the rest of the story.