8 a.m.
Forsyth, Montana.
Charles Kuralt and Charles Osgood would have never left!
I have traveled America, looking into breakfast haunts everywhere.
The waitresses, the cooks, the patrons, the windows, the rest rooms, the light, the grime, the dirt, the laughs, the tats, the good and the bad.
Nowhere in America have I found laughter and humor as I have in the Iron Horse Saloon on a weekday morning.
It is literally nonstop. One zinger after another. No end to them.
It is a privilege few have experienced to be part of such hilarity.
I am always in awe and humbled to be such a small "part" of the greatest crew ever assembled for morning chow in a river town in Montana.
The only person who keeps it from going off the rails is Nancy, the gracious waitress who keeps $3 coffee going until you can't.
The best humor in America. Free for the asking.
Muscle up to the bar and listen in.
You'll thank me later.
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