I posted a few pages ago that my favorite song by Lynyrd Skynyrd was Gimme Three Steps. There is a story behind that. When I was at Bragg, there was a bar called The Flaming Mug. My husband and I went there one night with some friends. I was very noticeably pregnant and my husband was very noticeably civilian. A service man came up to me and asked me to dance. I declined and he started flirting big time with me. My husband and a couple of our friends stood up. His chain wallet got stuck in the slats of the chair and it fell over and the bouncers proceeded to kick us all out. Long story, I know, but we changed the words to the song to be about The Flaming Mug and my name. LOL!
Maybe your dad recalls The Flaming Mug? Seems like everybody went there.