K. Delynne

Today was somewhat slow, I saw what I think was 2, and after that no one else. We ended leaving at 3, with me running home. Since we had the time, we decided to check out the Stockman Bar, the only Bar in town. It turned out to be fun, really fun. Upon walking in, the bar was to the right, with perhaps 10 stools along it, and to the left were a few booths along the wall, with a fireplace after them. Further back in the room were a few more booths, a pool table, and a juke box. We had a seat, started talking with the bartender, Linda, about life in Walden. She told us about moving from Greeley, which is substantially bigger than Walden, when she was a teenager, and about the cliques that had existed at the high school, and probably still do.
After awhile, we decided to shoot some pool, as it was free, and listen to music from the jukebox, also free (both are free Monday - Thursday), the only concession being that the jukebox gets a dollar if a cue stick hits the floor...which Wilbur managed to complete in the course of the evening. As we were playing, a guy came in with his dog, who we later found out was named Socks, and walked up to the bar, taking a seat. Socks took a seat too, and no one batted an eye, this being a nightly occurrence. Socks is a talented dog, as we later also learned, he retrieves any thrown change, mainly quarters, and can bring back several at a time to be tossed again.
I soon decided to call it an evening, and later wished I hadn't, as I missed meeting Kathy, stage name K. Delynne. She and Amy hit it off, and I got to hear about her afterwards... more on her to come.