"You're getting too skinny. You need to drink more beer."
This was said to me the other day, and I only mention it here to refute those who claim that there are no perfect women.
I got carded for beer yesterday, and not at the airport where they seem legally bound to card 105-year-old men in wheelchairs with oxygen tanks. I'm not a young man, having seen a few beyond two score years. I guess I could say that I've scored twice in this lifetime, but that sounds like I'm overstating the case a bit. Anyway, it must be my youthful exuberance at the ability to legally buy a mind-altering substance that makes me seem so young.
I went camping last night ... I'm not sure why. I drove 80 miles to set up a tent, start a fire, ride 8 miles to the bar to chat with Marla, ride back, and sleep. Still, it's nice to get out of town. I stopped in at the South Fork Lodge in Lowman, where the immigration folks had just stopped by to deport one of the guys who worked there. He was from England, has been in the United States for 15+ years, has a green card, has done 3 years in our military ... good times all around. Nice folks.
3 months ago