Roycru
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Thank you.
While on the subject of white trews (and sunnier parts) sitting in the shade on yet another 115F day in Cave Creek Arizona.
(No, did not go into the Cave Creek Olive Oil Company and tell them I was a friend of Popeye.)
Getting back to the original subject, can also button all three buttons of the Brooks Brothers (Pre-OPH) wool and polyester hopsack blazer without any problems.
Had things turned out better, would have stayed in Arizona. Unfortunately, my friend, who I had known for over thirty years and who invited me there to live with her, was rapidly following her two sisters into irrationality, or as some might call it, insanity.
Amongst other things, she had become very argumentative. One day she got dressed to go to work and I said to her that today was Tuesday, so it was her day off. (She is a R.N. who works in a privately owned and operated loony bin.) She insisted it was Wednesday, argued with me extensively about what day it was, and set off for an hour drive across the desert to work. When she arrived at the loony bin, they convinced her it was Tuesday. so she drove another hour across the desert to get back to the house.
Her son (who I had known since shortly after he was born) and who had always been a very nice well behaved boy had turned into a 17 year old (later 18 year old) unspeakable monster.
A typical example was the night they started yelling and screaming at each other (which they often did) at around 2:30 in the morning. He drove her out of the house and she had to spend the night (a night it was around 102F outside) sleeping in her car (a Mini Cooper) in a Wal-Mart parking lot a few miles away where there were lights since the Wal-Mart was open 24 hours a day.
While on the subject of white trews (and sunnier parts) sitting in the shade on yet another 115F day in Cave Creek Arizona.
(No, did not go into the Cave Creek Olive Oil Company and tell them I was a friend of Popeye.)
Getting back to the original subject, can also button all three buttons of the Brooks Brothers (Pre-OPH) wool and polyester hopsack blazer without any problems.
Had things turned out better, would have stayed in Arizona. Unfortunately, my friend, who I had known for over thirty years and who invited me there to live with her, was rapidly following her two sisters into irrationality, or as some might call it, insanity.
Amongst other things, she had become very argumentative. One day she got dressed to go to work and I said to her that today was Tuesday, so it was her day off. (She is a R.N. who works in a privately owned and operated loony bin.) She insisted it was Wednesday, argued with me extensively about what day it was, and set off for an hour drive across the desert to work. When she arrived at the loony bin, they convinced her it was Tuesday. so she drove another hour across the desert to get back to the house.
Her son (who I had known since shortly after he was born) and who had always been a very nice well behaved boy had turned into a 17 year old (later 18 year old) unspeakable monster.
A typical example was the night they started yelling and screaming at each other (which they often did) at around 2:30 in the morning. He drove her out of the house and she had to spend the night (a night it was around 102F outside) sleeping in her car (a Mini Cooper) in a Wal-Mart parking lot a few miles away where there were lights since the Wal-Mart was open 24 hours a day.
