Ok, here it is Sunday night and I’m just about done here. It’s been a fun stay, my back feels better and my skin is brown. I drove down to Lake Havasu this morning and the weather was great, the boardwalk pristine, waiting for customers as usual, and the Sunday Market was nowhere to be found. I asked around and the story is they don’t even attempt a market in the hot weather. Hmmm, makes sense…
Back at the ranch I headed down to the pool for one last soak and ran into Millionare Gary one more time. He was full of sage advice again and talked about women who consider their special area as gold and use it to manipulate men into lavishing money on them just to get some of it. You know, I can’t disagree with his logic, he has been married three times and they all went after his money when it ended. But, when he started referring to them as flattened tacos I wished him well and headed to the hot tub.
I’ll be loading up my truck tonight for an early morning getaway and I should land in Logan, Utah tomorrow afternoon. I’m meeting up with a canopy guy I’ve been in contact with and maybe I’ll have a new used topper come Tuesday morning…
Your millionaire friend sounds like an angry man. Guess it goes to show you money cannot buy you happiness, but it can buy you a trophy wife, or a high priced hooker, but then again, you get what you pay for! lol
You’re right Skoge, he was just a sad, angry old man. He sure did know a lot about Laughlin and the Casino owners, though. He also spent too much time at the pool, he’s ten years younger than me and he looked like crap…