There are a lot of things to do on a Sunday afternoon, but anyone who has been to Marco, soon finds out that Sunday afternoon is spent at Stan’s in Goodland.
It a fun time with music, food, beer, dancing and eccentric people. Eclectic décor, political and American memorabilia fill the bars and decorate the stage. The American flag can be seen from all four corners of this bar. Stan starts the day with the American National Anthem ( the unabridged version) and everyone stands, hand on heart, facing the stage , the flag. You know where this man’s heart is …
This last Sunday seem to be a better than usual Perhaps the cold weather had been keeping visitors and patrons away, whatever the reason, Stan’s was vibrant, and the day unusually drifted past 5:30 p.m. The mood was energetic and friendly, the food and beer flowing and Mary, our Buzzard Queen ( since 1990!) was there to make sure everyone had a good time. She did her usual rounds welcoming visitors with hugs and kisses, and of course, a breast full of collected dollars that she pointed out, just in case you missed it. She was in rare form this Sunday, and I think every single visitor had a chance to talk to her. She is tireless, you have to like her, she is beautifully unique.
This was a day where the “hair hats” seem to be the favorite purchase from Island Lady, hats with pony tails, Rod Stewart hair, long blond hair and a parade of colorful hats from cowboy to Feeling Lucky Irish hat dotted the crowd.
The bikers brought their buffed out shiny prizes, definitely some spectacular machines were on display … with license plates from many states, and a couple of Canadian provinces, Ontario and Québec.
It was a people watching day.
Stan’s has a funny effect on some people. We introduced Stan’s Sunday afternoon event to our cousins, Fred and Gigi Barbara from Chicago. Fred ( Chicago firefighter) found his “inner retired person,” singing and dancing, and to our surprise, this new person is quite different than the serious one we know. There are several revelations that become a spontaneous reality at Stan’s, I take it.
“It’s time to enjoy yourself.” With the classic country playing, the pelicans flying above, Mary’s a busty hug, people let their hair down, briefly, and realize, yes, we are fortunate.
Stan has an American heart, his place reflects his patriotism. On the very front of his stage, next to the American flag, is another banner “National Fallen Firefighters Memorial.” He has many American causes he honors. You see them. You feel it in the air.
This Sunday, Stan’s words turned serious for a bit and he reminded us how blessed we are to live in this country. He gave a brief outline of the devastation in Haiti and called upon his crowd to help the people in Haiti.
“The Lord said, ‘when you help someone in need, you help me’ ” he said. People lined up to give dollars. Stan called out every city and state of each person donating; eople from all over this country, people from Canada, and some from England and Italy came up to give a few dollars. He collected a nice little sum, and he is going to a Marco Bank to have this sum sent through the proper channels, to the victims in Haiti. He does this effortlessly, seamlessly, and with a fervent heart.
You leave Stan’s feeling good … you’ve eaten well, had a few beers (too many?) you’ve spoken to everyone around you, got their e-mail addresses, bought a hat, danced and got in touch with your American heart.
And that’s why you go to Stan’s on Sundays.
God Bless America.