Photo by Cecilia Wright

The famous (or infamous) Brass Rail where my dad ran the poker game in the back room in the fifties.  Gabe McKenzie, the owner at the time, and my dad were friends from way back.  I remember being allowed into the back room as a very young kid.  Dad had loaned (or given) Gabe my grandpa's mining pictures to hang on the wall.
The original sign, which hung over the door, was interesting.