It rained Thursday night so when I got up yesterday I decided it was to0 wet to mow (I don't like mowing wet grass). It reminded me of my late teens and early 20's. When the weather was bad or too cold several of the farmers and ranchers after feeding would head to town to allegedly shop. What many of them did was head for the pool hall next to my folk's hardware store to play cards. In the summers and on college breaks I enjoyed playing 50 cent gin rummy with the retirees and farmers who came in to "shop." After I went to college, I think some of them didn't like playing with a "college kid" but several of them owed my folks money at the hardware store so I guess I was OK. The smartest player of the bunch was a farmer named Louie. One of Louie's daughters was the Salutatorian of my HS class and one of his sons is the current governor of the state of Wyoming. Dave's one of the better governors we had. I never beat Louie very often.
I mowed the lawn this morning. I couldn't think of any other excuse.
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