Riding the wayback machine to a piece I wrote about the Dixon Bar
“When asked if he’d actually sell the place, his answer is a robust “Heck yes!” 🤣🤣🤣🤣👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Thank you for an interesting read.
I have a place in my heart for such places as the Dixon bar. Maybe because my family owned an old bar/club in New York. In any case they are disappearing in favor of imitations of the very places they the replaced! I call it faux raunchy bars. One such was Tobacco Road in Miami. A place where Al Capone was a regular. Tobacco Road is now gone and relocated with fake adornments of yesteryear. Cheers to you Chris! Thank you for reaching deep enough for those memories..
Well done. I only wish the Missoulian web master did a better job of proofreading!
A wonderful article, pleased to have started my day with it!
Quite the interesting and entertaining read, Chris. By the time I found myself at the completion of the article, I noticed I was smiling.
When lit, Hugo was often an insufferable asshole, so not surprising that he once again stuck his dick in a wringer. He and some of his contemporaries had the same effect on my wife when she worked at the Eastgate and Trail's End for Sammy Thompson. She remained an admirer and friend of Missoula's fine writers and poets, but Dick Hugo was not on that list.
i enjoyed reading this aloud to my wife at breakfast this morning (after reading from the NY Times and our current read-aloud book "The Lost Connections: Why You're Depressed and How to Find Hope"). My fake "rural" accent always turns toward the south--not the deep south--but the south just the same. what fun to visit the bar. I haven't smoked in 53 years and stopped drinking altogether because it fueled Parkinson's symptoms, and I can't imagine being respectful to anyone who admits to having voted for trump, BUT what a pleasure to eavesdrop on those 3 poets and to see my own prissy liberal woke urban self through Bud's eyes. What an original character!
"Who cares about the effing New Yorker?" Classic rural line. Great piece...and now I too, will have to make a pilgrimage to Dixon. Fun aside: some of my first poetry learning was from Ripley Hugo.
Thanks for letting us into a glimpse of another world today. I found the contrast between Dixon/the New Yorker fascinating. I also appreciate you leaving it unedited, and letting us know about that. Good writers are always changing, aren’t they?