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Page 47 Lets go back and have another look at the grocery counter again. For lack of chairs and other posterior support the counter was used to set on. This was especially true during the evenings when men gathered to spin yarns and eat peanuts. The front of the counter was marred by spurs warn by cowboys and would-be cowboys until it was pock-marked from end to end. Not all of the boys owned a pair of spurs so sometimes those who had would share with us who hadn’t and when the opportunity came we would don one spur and sit on the counter and get in a few good licks to further mar the already disfigured face. Those old spur marks were still there in the early 40’s when I last saw the old store. One secret the store kept for years was two bullet holes in the floor just a little south of the store. As the story was later told to me a drunk came in one night and ordered Ike McGannon (Uncle of the store owner I knew) to dance. Well, Ike was a Scotch Irishman and I guess he told the drunk to go to hell. Whereupon the |