Today's short story waiting to be written comes from a review I found on Google maps about a saloon in North Pole, Alaska. Here's the review/confession: "Refinery It was okay, nice dance floor. Changed some with the movement of the hiphip crowd to Xaviers, but some say for the better, I expect local cops are happy! Georgianne hard working. Not going there, long story, likely my errors, still not sure what I did, but it was in a bad time of my life, so never know, sober and 86ed? Working on old military issues I suspect? I can be opinionated, but I had issues with one of the bartenders, ancient history. Not taking the medication I was taking I think has helped some since then. Mike"