You haven't missed much, like other east river small towns except with a larger Indian population. Not nearly so wild as it once was. The Peanut Bar is still there, actually have never been in it. Have a cousin that was here with the Highway Patrol twenty-couple years ago, not long before we moved here. Was cautioned that's the last bar to go to unless you were looking for a fight. My favorite of his stories is that a guy kept a horse in town in his back yard. To simplify watering he cut out the kitchen window and filled the sink. Um, we'll think of something before winter, I guess.
