Sorry I've been absent, but a friend flew in Tuesday night on his way to LA and needed a place to stay. So I picked him up, gave him a key to the 711 and a bed up front where he could watch the leaves turn brown on the Ficus until this morning when I took him back to Sky Harbor for the United Express LA connection.
It's good to see old friends and to have them stay for a day or two and toast you with stories of the northern homeland where game is still plentiful, maidens abound and the law allows you to shoot dope fiends on sight. Spin the wheel and roll the bones, we'll all meet in the happy hunting grounds on the banks of Bear Lodge Creek someday. Bank it.
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