Wanda the barmaid used to work at the Why Not downtown, where a lot of us hung out. Eventually she moved to Sanford's on the north end. I went to Sanford's only once with Jones. The scene was almost exactly as pictured. Earl the shit-kicking talker dominated the bar (driving us to a table). The jukebox was blaring something by Jim Reeves or Hank Williams, and Wanda took maternal care of the ol' Perfesser.
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