No, I am not talking about Reno. I am talking about my home town of Wallace, and I don't mean Historic Wallace, whatever that is, I am talking about Wallace, the home of muckers and fu----s. Wallace, beautifully nestled between the mountains, cradled and protected on all sides like a baby on his mothers' chest.
I am talking about the Wallace that had twenty plus bars, about ten gas stations, four new car dealerships( yes, Dave Smith's was actually born in Wallace), two movie theatres, five houses of prostitution( at least that is what they were rumored to be according to our deposed of sheriff), numerous restaurants, two train depots, two schools, public and Catholic,a police department and a fire department, and assorted houses of worship. You know, that Wallace, not the "for sale" town that lies in a semi-coma now.
On the link below there is some fascinating reading about my wonderful home town.
http://books.google.com/books?id=SQINAQAAIAAJ&pg=PA409&lpg=PA409&dq=samuels+hotel+wallace,idaho&source=bl&ots=06L_JGTr-Z&sig=F624OwWr6pJtKsejdjwvZM9puI8&hl=en&ei=eDJPTOeAIIm4sQPM5fDYBw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=1&ved=0CBgQ6AEwADgK#v=onepage&q=samuels%20hotel%20wallace%2Cidaho&f=false
I miss the real Wallace. The one that exists now is but a corpse.
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