Today I am leaving my husband. Last week when I told him, he took down my suitcase and ran over it with his ’73 Galaxie. Afterwards he got out his relic of an accordion and squawked on it for three hours. His 190 pounds makes a dent in the
This is the story—correct that—legend, of a man named Les Webber who ranched and caroused in and around the town of Plains, Montana. When you are leaving Plains, headed to
Les Webber is a champion. Of what no one is certain, but his memory seems eternally preserved in a sign near Plains, Montana, writes columnist Jim Elliott.
Jim Elliot writes, When it (the truck) was parked in front of the Mint it was an advertisement for free beers on Les. Or maybe not, because sometimes he would head out to the men’s room to “go wet” and keep on going out the back door without paying the tab.