Clyde's place, Highway 4 west of Jay
A blue tinged cloud of cigarette smoke hanging in the air; as a juke box cranks out a Lefty Frizzel tune against the faint glow of a dimly lit dance floor. Cars parked out front proudly displaying their tail fins as their long, shiny frame casts silhouettes against a moonlit night. If you found yourself at a place like this; it might be the 1950s in our area and a weekend night. Farmers, Chemstrand workers, servicemen and others would be making the rounds from the South Flomaton bars, to the Sandbox in Jay and to the historic white, wood framed building known in the 1950s as Clyde's.
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