Willow River is also the birthplace of Flynn Naylor (Guess they just forgot to list me on the sign). We're at my uncle Don's just few miles from here.
We're on our way to the bar in Willow. In fact, This is the bar my dad bartended at when he first came out of the service in 1945. I think it was called Burns Bar then. I have memories of going to the bar with my parents and they would give me a bag of potato chips to eat while they had a drink.
Waiting patiently with Uncle Don and his freind (and ours) Ruby, Aunt Betty and Nancy for our dinner special to come. They serve alaskan halibut on Fridays and it was very good. So was the amber bock.
Willow River is also the birthplace of Flynn Naylor (Guess they just forgot to list me on the sign). We're at my uncle Don's just few miles from here.
We're on our way to the bar in Willow. In fact, This is the bar my dad bartended at when he first came out of the service in 1945. I think it was called Burns Bar then. I have memories of going to the bar with my parents and they would give me a bag of potato chips to eat while they had a drink.
Waiting patiently with Uncle Don and his freind (and ours) Ruby, Aunt Betty and Nancy for our dinner special to come. They serve alaskan halibut on Fridays and it was very good. So was the amber bock.
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