I just sat down here to hurry out a few words. I need to hurry them out because I'm being forced to take Dory and two of her friends to the boat at Boonville where the gambling joint is located. I can guarantee you there will not be a single cent put in one of those noisy money receivers! At least none will come out of any of my pocket! I can absolutely guarantee this because nary a machine, including the penny machines, accept the coin. And they refer to putting money into those machines as gambling. Hah! I think gambling infers betting something with a chance to win. As I have come to learn there are very few gambling machines in a casino but a whole heck of a lot of them thar money receivers.
I wonder if being with three women for over six hours could possibly make me feel manly. Nah, it only sounds tough. Actually, I'm really thinking stress, lots of stress. Being close together there in the car for over an hour each way, I imagine I'll better understand why women are sometimes referred to as birds,...... ...........as in Magpies............. How many times do you think I'll need to stop on the way there and then on the way back? Ah, I don't have anything better to do.
Don't pity me. Pity the children out in the cold. Pity the women that are getting old. But don't pity me.~from a Bob Dylan song.(edt)
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