The 6-East, just behind the Arizona Bank drive thru east of Mill, served under aged derelicts. One afternoon, I remember Louis Schmitt, Danny Hopper plus 3 or 4 more Tempe boys on an afternoon jaunt. A burley biker with one of his beer fill buckled biker boots came to our table and wanted us to drink out of his boot for his birthday. The first couple of guys took a gulp and passed it on. Next in line was Lou and he said no thanks to him twice. Then the biker demanded that he drink it. Out of nowwhere, Danny Hopper was on him and pounded his butt. That was better than Hollywood. I didn't have to drink from the stinkin' boot. I love you Danny Hopper.
Greg,
Hows it going, this site is a lot of fun. There is never enough time at the
reunions to talk to everyone like this. We are getting a head start!
Oh boy, Danny Hopper was one tough dud, I always called him SIR!!!
Tommy