Mama Bear's: The Bar I Loved Best

When I lived in the biggest little city in the world

Mama Bear’s. Great name for a bar. Belongs to the owner’s dog. The owner this woman Deb, she’s real nice.

From my house, I walk across the alley, through the gas-station parking lot, and across the street to drink beer and watch football. The first thing I see when I walk in is a watermelon, cut up and arranged on a table with plates and forks, looking a…