Little Mae was a Modoc, and took me to the Golden West bar on Twelfth street at 6:00 A/M.Mae rescued me. She was the Downtown Mascot. I was in like flint. Her man was…….Bolagard! Here he come in the door wearing his wool overcoat. I lived at the Will Rogers Hoterl that was renamed the … Continue reading The Golden West Hotel, Bar, and Brewing