Originally Posted by flintlocke
Having an abrasive personality, I had few friends for years. My folks used put a beef bone in my pocket so the dogs would play with me. But then I got a nice ocean going fishing boat...wow, had friends beatin' my door down.

Still got that boat?

I've got gas money next ablie season. I can meet you over on the coast or at your place and I'll ride over with you.

grin grin

The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

member of the cabal of dysfunctional squirrels?