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    Smile Lux

    Hondo is correct. However, Luxette used to be the Jade. Friendly takeover by Delores in the 70's. There were, at one time, five. Jade, Arment, U and I, Oasis and Lux. Oasis is still there as a museum. "Ginger" was the madam. Not anymore.

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    Just a side Note: I now have the sign from the old Sam's Bar B Que. My name is Sam and I throw a Bar B Que every year and invite my co-workers and they bought me the sign from Sam's Pit. I never heard the stories untill I owned the sign.

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    Kind of sad that this threat petered out. As it were.

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    Kind of sad that this threat (sic) petered out. As it were.
    Perhaps a trip to Viagra Falls could get it up again.
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    Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

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    I am revisiting this thread after just finishing reading Timothy's Egan's "Breaking Blue," a true crime story about police corruption in Spokane in the 1930's and the solving of a murder that had occurred in Newport during the Depression. Egan's book was published in the early 90's; I wish I would have read it earlier. Great story. Reads like fiction. One of the primary locales in the story is a 24 hour diner called "Mother's Kitchen," a venue of vice much like Al Morse's or Sam's Barbecue Pit. GU plays a role in the story and some of the names in the book will familiar to Spokanites.

    Which brings me to a business of dubious character that I am surprised wasn't mentioned when this thread first started: "The Pine Shed."
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    Which brings me to a business of dubious character that I am surprised wasn't mentioned when this thread first started: "The Pine Shed."
    Ahhh, the Pine Shed. What a joint that was. The Spokane Hockey team (Jets?) hung out there. I was heading into the Shed one night with a guy that was married. He stopped me short of the door and said, "put your class ring on your other hand and turn it so it looks like a wedding band, women in here aren't interested in single guys, they want to have a fling with a fellow cheater"!
    Birddog

    Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

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    A little history of "The Shed".
    http://www.spokesman.com/stories/201...ed-restaurant/

    IIRC, back in those days, at least pre 1967, if you operated a "cocktail lounge" then 51% (I think) of your gross receipts had to come from selling food, so all "cocktail lounges" also served food, as a result sometimes the food was pretty weak. Taverns also known as "beer parlors" that served only beer (and perhaps wine by the glass, I don't remember for sure) didn't have that requirement, but they could not serve hard liquor. I don't remember my family ever going to the Shed for dinner and we lived less than a mile away. I even vaguely remember when it was called "The Old Corral". I thought a kitchen fire caused them to move across the street in their first move too.
    Birddog

    Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

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    When I was in school, the Shed ran a $1.98 special on well drinks for Friday lunch.

    For my last senior semester, the Criminal Justice majors had a pair of 400 level classes on Fridays. One class was at 11:00. The other was at 2:00. Both classes had the same professor in the same classroom.

    I was one of the few students with a scheduled class in between. The rest of them usually showed up to the second class in varying states of Shed-induced inebriation.

    The class was supposed to be a collaborative "graduate level" capstone course. The professor graded heavily on participation. He did not, however, grade on preparation. He simply checked a box every time a student participated in class and graded on the frequency of each student's discussion, not the quality of their insight.

    Those made for some interesting afternoons.
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    My Wallace story dates back to my high school days. My Montana eight-man football team played a preseason exhibition game in Plummer, ID. Our trip took us through Wallace on a sunny August morning.

    As our bus crept up to the last stoplight on I-90, our team captain told everyone to slide their windows down. He popped a new tape in the stereo and cranked it. Our rolling juke box and its chorus of adolescent crooners serenaded the good people of Wallace with the sounds of 2 Live Crew's groundbreaking pop classic, "We Want Some P---y."

    The game was a disaster. We won handily, but several key players were injured, including our starting quarterback who was lost for the season. At the end of the game, our bus was stuck outside of a hospital in Couer d'Alene until long after midnight while we waited for all of our wounded teammates to be discharged in slings and on crutches.

    The bus ride home was subdued. Most of the team was asleep. Then, around 3:00 AM, the bus driver cranked the tape again as we rolled back through Wallace to wake every snoozing passenger and many snoozing locals.

    Our sleeping head coach was not amused. We pulled back into our school parking lot just as the sun was coming up. Our coach marched the entire team out to our practice field to make us run grass drills for the next couple of hours.

    To this day, I'm not sure if our coach knew the bus driver was the one who woke him up on the ride home.
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