What could go wrong? Well for starters, the publican regretfully did not mention that Saturday night was when workers from the outlying mines, (mainly bikers), rode into town for some fun. He also failed to point out that our ladies did not have a shit-show in collecting any cover charge from massive, ham-fisted mountain men, dressed in full leathers, wearing an unpleasant attitude. I think we managed to gross about $2.50 for the night, from someone who felt sorry for our wilting door defenders. The proceeds were hardly enough to provide Warren with a bunch of new reeds!