In answer to MadDog’s query to Hog re Last Chance fire: Hog says he was in Spain? Does he remember Nancy and Moppy at the Kentucky Bar there? Here’s what Hog has to say:
Dee, Dog, et al,
Many stories generated from The Kentucky Bar in Sitges (too many for my poor typing skills to here relate).
I sorta recall a nice young lady (Nancy?) handing me a tonic after I’d been passed out at the bar for a short time.
Mostly I was connected to a crazy scot named Alan Smith. We traveled quite a bit after I got out, Sitges to Oktoberfest (in an old vw bus with no windshield wipers, stuffed with six $20/head fellow travellers. Alan had bought the van from a drunken departing GI in Germany for $50, I’d supplied GI plates negotiated from another departing GI in BA. The full story of that epic trip would be worthy of Homer, but I think he’s booked) and afterwards up to Amsterdam where the Dutch put ‘mayonnaise’ on french fries and drink beer from tiny glasses.
Also there was an American names Frank Panzer and his wife Donna. I later hooked up with them in San Francisco where Frank was working service bar at The Great American Music Hall.
One night (in SF) Alan and a pal blew into town fresh off two seasons working the North Sea Oil Rigs. They contacted Frank who alerted me.
Alan and his Ragin’ Cajun buddy had flown into New Orleans (they were bursting with cash at the time), paid cash for a green Lotus Europa and driven out to San Francisco.
Great fun packing three large men into the tiny Lotus (I think we filled any loose spaces with bottles of Heineken) then embarking on a wild (drunken) drive through the twisting Streets of San Francisco (Karl Malden/Michael Douglas eat your hearts out!) with a screaming Scot at the wheel.
We ended up at the GAMH, Frank got us in for a fabulous Etta James show attended by lotsa gay guys. Quite the culture shock for the North Sea boys who couldn’t believe there were that many fags in the WHOLE WORLD!
That would have been about 1976. I haven’t heard from any of those folks for thirty years, but that’s how we rolled back then. They don’t call ‘em the Good Old Days for nothin’!!
BTW: No memory of any Moppy nor Floppy nor Cotton Tail. But you must understand, I was mucho borracho (?) most of the time in Sitges (well, only when I was either awake or passed out).
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July 28, 2009 at 6:43 am |
Hello. In regards to the note written about your travels with Frank and Donna Panzer in Europe and San Francisco, I would love to hear more. Donna was my aunt. My favorite aunt to be certain. Sadly,she passed about five years ago. Frank was one of my favorites,too. I haven’t seen Frank in many years as he and Donna were divorced.He’s been missed by all his nieces and nephews mostly because he was a really cool guy. We were all still kids then and never, ever, an unkind word from either of them. Any info would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and God bless.
August 8, 2009 at 7:28 am |
Let me know where Frank lived last and I will try to locate him.
Kerry