Great story about the Hag.
I have another short one. About 1975 my aunt Marie was tending bar at this total dump in Weedpatch Ca. Wish I could remember the name of it. Lol. Anyway for a dump they did a helluva biz. Was there on a Sunday night shooting pool with my cousin. Only about 6 people in the whole bar and Merle walked in and sat at the bar. Since my aunt knew him and everyone saw him every once in awhile no one ever paid him any attention. He talked to my aunt a bit and then she gave someone quarters for the juke box. They punched some numbers and sat down. About 5 minutes later Silver Wings started playing. Merle looked at my aunt, playfully called her a witch, shook his head and got up and walked out. Lol
I have lots of memories of running into Merle around town. Lol