The story centered around Jim as a young boy working for tips as a baggage handler in an upstate PA small town hotel, and a well heeled sportsman who arrived for the deer season armed with a .250 Savage lever gun. Over single malt scotch (way too much single malt scotch) one night in a bar, again in a small town PA hotel, Jim told me the salacious side of the story involving said well heeled sportsman, the hotel bar, and a rather loose floozie. Such stories are best saved for bars, single malts, and cold winter's days. Watcha up to next week, Doc?
Waiting for warm weather on Thursday to melt all this friggen ice.
