Back in the very early '80s I was working on a road job at the 'Y'. The traffic on the highway was bad enough that we got shutdown early Fridays so the weekend traffic could do its thing. This was mid August. On my way home I stopped in at the Birdhouse for a cool one. There was a spot at the bar so I parked my ass there. The guy on my left was pretty well in the bag and was chatty. He told me he had a motorcycle, had been hunting and had his backpack next to him. At some point he reached down onto his pack and pulled out a goat head skinned, fleshed, ready for an euro mount and plops it on the bar blood and all. All very interesting and no one behind the bar or in the bar took much notice. Such was the Birdhouse. Also, in the neighborhood was another watering hole where Ceille(sp) hanged out.
