The Original

I grew up two miles from the legendary Forks Hotel.

As a kid still in high school, I would go there as often as I could. Every year when the end of April rolled around, it was like the gods had come down from Olympus.

At some point during those 4F weekends, when the crowds rolled in to see the miracles downstairs. I would muster all my courage and quickly sneak up the bar room steps to the second floor. During those early uninvited visits I saw some of the greatest magicians that ever walked the face of the Earth and was given enough inspiration to last a lifetime. I don’t think I’ve achieved a greater level of awe than I did as I stood in the back of that room trying desperately to be invisible. I am forever grateful that Obie always pretended he didn’t see me.

Thanks for making it happen for half a century Obie, you’ll be missed.