Thelma Hoy was a special lady I knew from Hoy's Club which I often patronized back in the 1950's-1960's. Hoy's booked many now-legendary country-singers/bands, and as a local talent, I got to share the mike with some of them. Thelma was always a good listener, especially when tending bar on lazy Sunday afternoons. She also knew how to make a delicious hamburger without any shrinkage of the patty which exceeded the circumference of the bun. In 1964 during my Army enlistment, my unit bivouacked in the desert across the Carlsbad Hwy from Hoy's Club. After taps one night, as the country music playing on the speakers in Hoy's parking lot permeated my mummy-bag and reached my ears, I awakened a couple of my buddies and led our small recon group across the darkened desert landscape to Hoy's Club. At first Thelma was taken back by the little sandy group of fatigue-dressed invaders, but upon recognizing me, welcomed us and and filled our orders for draft beer. After being refreshed, we made it back through the darkness to our unit, never having been missed; mission accomplished. RIP Thelma Hoy. Indeed you will not be forgotten.