July 2001 Trip to Itasca Some excerpts from Sands of Pima Arroyo In 1966 Park Rapids was not exactly hip. Back then, I walked down the street and people would spin on their heels to see my hair, which was just a Beatles/surfer cut. I remember kids running up to our car to see where the hell we were from and saying, "Oh, ARIZONA!" If California was a year or two ahead of the times with respect to Arizona, as it always seemed to be, then Arizona was a year or two ahead of Park Rapids. Northern Pike Park Rapids Aquarium Year: 1966 We found that the Royal Bar was the best place to go; it had a good selection of beer and there was quite a community of Park Rapiders in there—old and young and in the middle of the day. The bartenders in the Royal Bar have a drink every time you order one of your own, a fact that surprised me a great deal. Didn't they have liquor control here? We found that it was standard procedure for the bartenders to drink on the job. The place was so crowded, however, that we went and hit another joint called Art's Place. Oh, God how low class it looked from the outside—and inside it presented no disappointment. It was a dark, damp joint made for get-down-and-drink drinkin'. Arizonans usually just order beer, but Minnesotans drink a lot of hard liquor in those bars. We had a beer that was absolutely insipid and icky and we left and went back to the Royal, found a place at the bar and had a beer and a nice chat with the drunk bartender. Wood ticks were crawling out of my clothes and Sally wanted to scoot away from me. We didn't stay long. |