It was an old pot-bellied stove with a coffee pot on top and half a dozen old rickety chairs, one with a busted out wicker seat. Mine was at the old Four Flags Trading Post on East Lincoln in Wichita; seems I always got the chair with the busted seat.
...and man, do I miss those days.
We nick-named these 'old pot bellied stove' meetings 'liars club' meetings.
But I can say, as a young man attending some of these 'liars club' meetings, keeping my mouth shut and pouring coffee for some of the 'ole-timers ', I sure did learn from them.
Thinking back, learned a few things I won't repeat.