Hubby and I started out for the Homecoming game on Friday. Weather was bad, roads icy and snowy, so we wanted to take our time, AND by the way, Gamer's closes at 2:00. We needed to make it to Butte in time for a PASTY! Hubby and I had a great lunch and visited with a local historian. I found out that the home we always called "The Castle" was originally the home of William Clarke's son. I also found out that this photo is indeed the famous "Blood Alley" where my brothers got the tar beat out of them on a regular basis. (They always have been lovers not fighters!) I loved Butte and the time we lived there, but no so the rest of the family! When my father was transferred to Butte, he was told we would live there no more that two years. At the three year mark Mom and Dad became desperate to get out. So much so that Dad's boss called him at home one evening and asked if he wanted a transfer. He hung up the phone and told the family we were moving. They sta
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