WILLISTON -- Stuart Bishop loved his truck.
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Under the orange glow of a metal chandelier and a ceiling draped in gold and ruby fabric, more than 60 people packed inside the small Stubbies & Steins pub Saturday night, savoring their last sips of its exotic beer selection.
Same Shop. Same bikes. New Paint. New Name.
The Longest Handy Ever didn’t last very long.
“Dirty Mike” cleared his throat and then grunted into the microphone.
For those in need of a vampire-slaying kit, it’ll run about $300 at the Comanche Moon Curios near McIntosh, Florida.
Erica Brown’s 4-year-old son doesn’t understand why his family can’t go home.
A barefoot Sheila Barksdale stepped onto the mat, raised a 3-foot long sword into the air and recited poems by Emily Dickinson.
John Denny quit his job for beer.
In a world where print advertising is volatile, one UF alumna is developing her own ad-free publication.
Erica Brown’s 6-year-old son doesn’t understand why his family can’t go home.
Every Friday at 3 p.m., “Doctor” Robert Ramsthaler gets into his red pickup truck and heads to Main Street Bar & Billiards.
The call came in the middle of the night, jolting Carlos Aguilar awake as he slept in a Beaty Towers dorm room.
She was the last student at the last stop on the last trip of the day.
This article originally ran Feb. 1, 1973 on pages 1 and 6 of The Independent Florida Alligator.
Nickels, an 18-year-old electrical engineering sophomore, spent his childhood repairing and donating his neighbors’ bikes, stereos and microwaves left at the curb for trash pickup.