We would often head (what I'm going to guess) "north" on the trail and our turn around point would always be "Sam the Monkey"
Who is Sam you ask? Well... I remember him, but not well. I tried to do some research online and found next to nothing. I thought maybe I'm searching for it wrong. So I tried "gorilla," because from what I remember he was pretty large. I actually found out the he was a chimp when I read this article.

So He was a Chimp. A very large chimp that sat in a cage outside a bar by the river. In fact he was a beer guzzling chain smoking chimp. He always looked so sad, but it was so exciting to see him. How often do you see a chimp in the Midwest NOT in the Zoo?
How often do you see a chimp bumming cigarettes from passer-bys and drinking beer and pops(soda) squeezed between the bars?
4 comments:
GREAT FLASHBACK ERIKA!!!
(Did you know, I NEVER saw Sam?) Part of my excuse is fear. Part of my excuse was disgust. I'd be sad too, but gosh, he was quite the institution.
I feel bad for that poor chimp!
Poor chimp!
I really like these friday flashbacks you do. They bring back so many of my own memories! I think I am going to steal your idea and do my own friday flashbacks on my blog(if that is okay with you).
Just curious, is the stuffed monkey head, inside the Train Stop, Sam's head?
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