Who will turn up next?

We've had a gambler and an addict asking advice about how to sell their inside story for mega bucks. So, who will be next? An adulterer? A bigamist? A battered husband?

Life is never dull around here.

My guess is it will be a Montana cowboy whose love for sheep goes beyond the ordinary.

Charlie

I am on my way to Las Vegas right now ... want me to swing by one of the brothels and see if any of the ladies are working on a 'tell all' novel.

I'll point them in this direction.

(it isn't a problem ... those places usually have truck parking)

I'll bet they do!

Just as long as the can tell a couple of stories about an ex- president or two they make a million.

That sheep thing is really sick. Shelagh, if the Mustang Ranch angle doesn't sell, the sheep will.

Malcolm

Malcolm wrote:

That sheep thing is really sick. Shelagh, if the Mustang Ranch angle doesn't sell, the sheep will.

Malcolm

Mustang Ranch closed.

The brothel that was built in its place is Wild Horse Saloon.

They have a website.

They sound like "swell" places, Elf, but I've had word from several males of my generation that nothing ever replaced The Chicken Ranch around here.

Ann

alj wrote:

They sound like "swell" places, Elf, but I've had word from several males of my generation that nothing ever replaced The Chicken Ranch around here.

Ann

OMG!!!

Did you see that movie with Burt Reynolds and Dolly Parton????

It was cute!

That movie made it look like such a wonderful and worthy career!!

Don't forget Paint Your Wagon with Lee Marvin singing I Was Born Under a Wandering Star.That was a classic!

Yes, the movie was cute, if you like Dolly Parton. The play was better - funny, but poignant, too. There were many more characters. Ms. Parton cut their parts down and took their songs. I remember this partly because my daughter played the role of Linda Lou in a college production once.

My favorite of her lines went something like, "Nothing surprises me any more. If someone said it was snowin' s**t, I would just say, 'horse or chicken and how many inches.'"

She said she was fine with playing the role, except for the night she was doing a shimmy dance at the edge of the stage and looked down to see her grandfather's best friend - a local judge - grinning up at her from the front row.

You've lived in South Texas - had you heard about the place?

Some friends in my hometown had this very nice etching on their den wall. One night when we were there, one of the guys recognized the Victorian cottage as the said place of enjoyment. Then all the other men gathered round it and made sure everybody at least thought they recognized it too. It was a "required" entry into manhood in the area at one time.

Ann

Phil Whitley wrote:

Don't forget Paint Your Wagon with Lee Marvin singing I Was Born Under a Wandering Star.That was a classic!

Brew, I laughed so hard I cried.

Ann

My first sale that got me into the most lucrative market of my life was recounting my experiences in prison.

My biggest check there was for a story about my adventures in the smuggling trade, the centerpiece about "riding shotgun" for some guys who brought raw heroin from the ranch in Sinaloa where it grew down to a street sale in California.

A piece that ran in three different publications at increasing prices was about my adventures in the whorehouse zone of Tijuana. Including a section called "Borderline Behavior with Unreal Women". Not real being the operative (or perhaps pre-operative) concept.

Another piece on smuggling in wetbacks ran in Harpers.

My award-winning "Flesh Wounds" column, which was synicated to a dozen or two weekly newspapers, dealt with a lot more horrifying than any of the above on a weekly basis.

One of those columns, which won an SPJ award and was reprinted in a prestigious journal, included scenes like watching a pregnant teenager on meth embroidering a flower into the skin on her thigh with colored thread.

There's a market.

And then, there's the "traveling salesman joke" punchline: it's not the story so much, it's the way you tell it.

Doesn't honest, good, and kind sell????

SHEESH!!!!

Lin's kind sells better. And every word was true, of course. Kind of like my aunt who many years ago was a paid employee witing for True Story magazine.

Your dear, old aunt? I'm shocked.

Now Lin, that's another story.

I was just trying to make Lin look young. It ain't easy.

Don't go getting all defensive on me, Lin. I wouldn't say it if I meant it.

















Yes I would.

alj wrote:

Yes, the movie was cute, if you like Dolly Parton. The play was better - funny, but poignant, too. There were many more characters. Ms. Parton cut their parts down and took their songs. I remember this partly because my daughter played the role of Linda Lou in a college production once.

My favorite of her lines went something like, "Nothing surprises me any more. If someone said it was snowin' s**t, I would just say, 'horse or chicken and how many inches.'"

She said she was fine with playing the role, except for the night she was doing a shimmy dance at the edge of the stage and looked down to see her grandfather's best friend - a local judge - grinning up at her from the front row.

You've lived in South Texas - had you heard about the place?

Some friends in my hometown had this very nice etching on their den wall. One night when we were there, one of the guys recognized the Victorian cottage as the said place of enjoyment. Then all the other men gathered round it and made sure everybody at least thought they recognized it too. It was a "required" entry into manhood in the area at one time.

Ann

I don't think it is possible to live there and NOT hear about the Chicken Ranch in La Grange.

If I am not mistaken it is thoroughly covered in Texas History in the public schools. (Okay, that was a joke. I think.)

Even having spent a lifetime doing everything possible to avoid being in Texas, I think I know what the Chicken Ranch was like. Might even have paid it a visit if someone moved it up to Southern Indiana.

No, after it was shut down by Maarrrvinn Ziinnndlerr, [of]EEyyee Wiittness Neewws, in Houston, they moved the house to Dallas where I think it bacame a restaurant.

For non-locals, it's story was immortalized in the stageplay and movie, Best Little Wh***house in Texas.

Ann

There was a brothel in the Northwoods, near Little Bohemia (where Dillinger also had a presence.) Maybe there was more than one brothel, but this is the only one I know about.

Anyway, it is now a great restaurant with lots of ambience called Norwood Pines. We try to go there every time we are in the Northwoods.

There is some city in Germany, where the women sit in store windows and smile and look pretty. I think it is Hamburg.

What a subject!!!

Carol

Carol Troestler wrote:

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What a subject!!!

Carol

I know! And to think, I was the one who brought it up!!!