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Even though he died of drinking, I never saw him touch a drop outside a bar. It's the truth. Only on Sundays, when county law prevented him for selling beer out of his place, he'd spend the day sober rather than than drink at home. Of course, more Sndays than not, he'd take of for Tulsa and hop the bars there. Sometimes, when I was just a boy, he'd take me along...
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I was born in a beer joint in Pryor, Oklahoma. The joint was called Chick's. It belonged to a gnarly old cuss named Charlie Bash - "Chick" to his friends - who built it with his own sweat and know-how out of the aggravation of having to drive seventy-five miles from Pryor to the nearest barstool and cold keg in Tulsa. Chick was my grandpa. I got his name, and my mother, Ida, got his bar.
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