TEPaul,
She really was really gorgeous with a great figure and personality to match.
And guess what, she lives in New Jersey and loves dogs, so we have a lot in common. To this day she still believes that I'm your custodian/guardian.
She was really touched when I told her that I visited you twice a month and had signed you out of HappyDale Farms to take you on a golfing trip with some friends of mine. I told her that I promised your Mother that I'd take good care of you, but that I became really concerned when you got lost in the Denver Airport. What I didn't tell her was that I had been trying to get you a one way ticket to Juneau, Alaska from the get-go.
She was/is special.
Nor did I tell her how I paid a ranch hand at Sand Hills to take you in the back of his white pickup truck under the guise of taking you on a tour of the Constellation routing. Little did you know that if he hadn't run out of gas his real destination was Concordia, Kansas, a couple of hundred miles away.
You're also forgetting to tell everyone how I managed to get you upgraded to First Class on the way out when I told the people at the counter that you were my ward and that we couldn't be apart as you suffered from seperation anxiety, and then how you lost your ticket and they wouldn't let you on the plane. Fortunately, a woman who doesn't lurk on GCA.com found it and turned it in at our gate or you'd still be wandering around the airport telling everyone that you were Bill Coore.
There are certain aspects of that trip that are best left undiscussed.
One of them ISN'T your bright idea of leaving all the lights on and all the windows and the door to your room open when you left for dinner.
Ran Morrissett, your unfortunate roommate didn't smoke cigarettes, so when you entered the room after dinner he was bitten by about a 1,000 bugs, while you were happily puffing away and killing every bug within 3 feet from your Camel cigarette.
I've refrained from telling everyone how I had to order dinner for you every night, and how you insisted that the wine Bob Huntley ordered for the table was no good, because you claimed the year he ordered was the year of the great Athletes Foot outbreak amongst the peasants in France, Italy and California.
I'll never forget how embarrassing it was at dinner the first night when the fellows at the next table, who were from Pennsylvania, recognized me and asked to be introduced to our table. I went around the table introducing everyone, and where were you ? Hiding under the table, saying, "you can't find me, you can't find me."
And then, when we met and spent the evening with Dick Youngscap and you kept calling him Mike Keiser, that was really embarrasing.
But, the five year moratorium is almost up and I'm ready to travel with you again. I am however, tripling my custodian/trustee fees and booking my reservations under an alias.
How do the names David Moriarty and Tom MacWood sound to you ?