The rumor went around during the disco age that Distractions has been around in one form or another since shortly after the Revolutionary War. Not true.

When prohibition started, a couple of enterprising brothers started making runs into Canada to buy liquor and turned their parent’s basement into a speakeasy.

Now, it wasn’t like the speakeasies you see in movies. There were no ladies dressed to the nines, sexy torch singers, top-notch bands, scantily dressed waitresses, or suave gentlemen. These were farmers who sat on benches and drank from dirty mason jars. The floor was dirt, there wasn’t much light, and the potbellied stove kept it warm enough for the patrons. While the boy’s mother was not happy, she couldn’t argue with the money it brought in. It was hugely popular.

This continued through prohibition until things really got out of hand one evening and the house burned to the ground. Of course, there was plenty of money to rebuild, but now the G-men were on to them, and the boys didn’t reopen.

In the late 1950s one of the heirs, who grew up hearing the tales of the money his grandfather had made selling liquor during the roaring twenties, turned the house into a bar. Roupp Pharmaceuticals was beginning to make profound changes to the town of Gamote Point, and a divide between the white-collar sections and the blue-collar sections began to clearly define itself.

At first, the bar did well in the blue-collar district it was located in. Over time various owners tried to make it trendy. By the eighties, most of the blue-collar clientele had abandoned it. It fell into decline until Lorna Roupp through her shell companies purchased it. Lorna returned it to a working-class sports bar, and the blue-collar patrons returned. It gained some popularity among the young white-collar bucks who felt like they were living on the edge by going there.


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