Well now this ‘old hairy legged country boy’ is plumb tuckered out. Been a long and conflicted day. Oh you guessed that?
Start out with meeting Shorty’s Realtor- Not sure about him – a little slippery but good at it. We’ll see.
From there on it was up & down. A call from dear friends about their return to the Midwest for the season. Then a visit with more dear friends who leave Friday morning. So then I had this great idea to stop at the Legion for a brew. Frankly the brew was appropriate. It was, but I sat between a semi radical conservative and a semi radical liberal. Both I like but . . . Ain’t too crazy about ether's position.
Well that is the low points.
Oh yeah I had a post-it on the back window of the Scout – Something about “I’d have bought you a drink I really just wanted a smoke.” Now that’s spooky ! I took it to the Legion and after it started quieting down I ask the bartender about it. Mystery solved. A less than stable patron had tried to buy a smoke from her for a drink chip and she remembered his verbiage. I don’t figure anyone was ever been turned down from bumming a smoke at a Legion unless. . . He may have been expecting a smoke minus the pipe tobacco that I use. Who Knows. Connie said he usually sits over in the corner and wears a watch cap. Connie, great bar tender & friend.
It’s that time of the year when many friends go back east for the season. Always a little sad – especially as the years go by. The realization that my friends from CO. now has been a friend for 40 years +/-. Others for longer times - Have I been Blessed ? Ya think!
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