Old Man Sugarfoot At FUBAR’s bar on the Redneck Riviera, I ordered up. “I’ll have a sarsaparilla with a dash of cherry.” The young redhead tending bar gave me a look, “Who are you?” “I’m Sugarfoot, Ma’am.” (Removing my hat) (I could’ve said, “Will Rogers, Jr., Slim Pickens, or Sheb Wooley.” She’d a remained clueless.) … Continue reading Thursday’s Rune: Porter or Stout?