Tag Archives: Havre High School

Cowboys and Indians, Silver Dollar Bar,   where no one cares if you ain’t a star. Great Northern freight a-chuggin’ on through,   our dads and our uncles were part of the crew. Glass block sidewalks lit up the underworld,   where the seamy side of town was openly unfurled. The paint was flakin’ offContinue reading “Bullhook Blues”

It’s Nineteen Sixty-Two, high school days are through, haven’t got a clue, don’t know what to do. Got a high school ring, half an ounce of gold, The ten bucks it’ll bring, is money I can hold. Workin’ at the Super Save, the currency I crave,  I’m toilin’ like a slave and I barely haveContinue reading “1962”