Big sky Country

We made a swing into Montana working first in Billings. Billings was not at all what I thought. Huge ranches and lots of Cowboys. Flat country side it actually reminded me a bit of western Oklahoma. We worked a club called Grandmas. It was decorated in old stuff. Kinda different. Crowds were good but I don’t remember one person we met or became friends with. That’s odd because we seemed to make friends everywhere we went. I do remember the cold. Windy and cold. We were only in Billings two weeks and then on to Great Falls. It was much prettier there in the mountains. Maybe people in Montana are not too friendly cause I cannot remember making any friends there either. I can’t even remember the name of the club there but I remember good crowds. I remember this was another place where the owner had a younger blonde girlfriend that thought she could sing. She couldn’t. Our routine during this time was the same. We practiced every week day. We were working on material to play Nevada show lounges. After Montana we were back n Washington. The owner of the Club in Richland would have us on a full time basis if he could. We drew great crowds and were no trouble. We knew a lot of people there and opening night was always lots of fun. The place would be packed and everyone treated us like we were special. Of course we ate that up.

I think it was during this period of time I decided to do something about my baldness. I’m only gonna write about me on this subject because others may be touchy about it. I have always been able to tell stories on myself whether good or bad. One day I was downtown in Richland and saw a mans hairpiece that was kinda like a surfer dudes hair. Sun bleached on top and darker on the sides. I always thought that would be cool to have hair like that. Of course most everyone that is losing their hair envy those with lots of hair. Well I bought the hair piece and started wearing it. It was a real pain in the butt,but I liked it. There are some of our pictures out there of me in the blonde wig. I’m not even sure I have one but I’m sure Gary does. I didn’t wear it except when we were on stage which meant all other times I wore a hat. Again huge pain in the rear. One night a really pretty young lady stopped me while on break and wanted to talk. We chatted for a few minutes in a hallway between the main room and the bar. She was VERY friendly, fact is she just reached up around my neck and planted one on me. While so doing she had her hand in my hair. Now I would like to think I was just so hot she couldn’t resist me but I really believe she did it to prove to herself and her friends that I wore a hairpiece. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.