Totally Unauthorized

I heard this yesterday from the table next to me:  “Shirley’s dog got runned over.”

Yes, folks, we’re in the deep South here, much deeper than Florida.  Jack, Bruce and I went to lunch today. The hot dog place is run by generically middle-eastern immigrants, so they serve gyros, too.  Except that they serve beef or chicken gyros–no lamb to be found anywhere near here.  I took the special: gyro, soda and chips.  It was 10 cents cheaper than NOT having the chips.

I like this place.  I feel thin here.  Californians just can’t believe the number of 4 and 5 hundred pound people walking, or riding their scooters, around the souvenir shops and fast food joints.  Of course, when they actually pay you to take the chips it becomes more understandable.

Here in the Bible Belt being a friend of Moses should be a pretty good thing.

I have no idea why this guy was wearing this hat.  He was with a group of 5, all wearing similar chapeaux. “Retired Stripper”, “Help me find my dentures”, witty sayings of that nature.  Just another day here in redneck paradise.

Bridge, that right, we’re here to play bridge.  So far, we win one, lose one.  That isn’t good. Maybe, though, things are looking up.  We won the first match in the new morning KO series today, and noticed that we are the top ranking team in the second bracket.  That doesn’t make things a cakewalk, of course.  There are about 20 brackets, so each one is fairly tightly grouped and all of the other teams in our bracket are full of competent players.  We just don’t have to play against the top pro teams.

Bruce just called, and we won the first match of the new prime time KO, too. (Since there are 6 of us, we each get to sit out 1/3 of the time, and it’s my turn now).  So although they are in different events, at least we have now won two consecutive matches.

The weather has cleared–beautiful skies, crisp but not cold, couldn’t be better.  More thunderstorms expected Friday, but I like rain so that’s fine with me.  We don’t get enough thunder and lightning for my taste in California.

And that’s the news.  More later.