My sister and I would go to the bus terminal and catch the bus to Parker - about 35 miles away - a big deal back then and, at that time, perfectly safe. However, about the time the bus was to be leaving off passengers in front of White's Store, my Granddad, who ran the local bar (oh, also at that time, not a great thing to do), would be sitting in the window on the left on his stool, smoking his pipe with cherry tobacco and watching for us. We were NOT allowed inside the bar - only in the restaurant part in the back, but we always knew Granddad would be watching. We'd wave and then walk on up the hill with our suitcases and Grandma would be waiting. What an awesome memory!! Many happy days spent in the smallest city in the U.S.!!