Ha!
Someone has set up a blog devoted to The Maples Inn, the Montreal West Island watering hole/biker's hangout/opium den for days past...torched by its neighbours in a blatant act of arsine that was never charged..
The West Island created a few writers with wit or wisdom to share. The idea here is to compile a collection of story references that has the "Mapes" as a setting in every story. Fact or fiction.
For most this building had some place in the formative years of our lives.
All family names will be edited out for legal to ethical reasons. First names only if needed.
Wimps!
If you had actually been to the Mapes, you won't remember much, let alone names...
Ok, maybe Willie, and that drug dealer in the Caboose...
Read more here.
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Visions of Burns Macauley getting his head kicked in, in the parking lot of the Mapes...by the guy who owned the car Burns just danced on with his boots...drunker than 10 skunks...ha ha ha ha
My home away from home...for years. Left in 73...when it was just warming up for the main act.
Doug McNichol Oct 09
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