I was reading this story on the front page of our local newspaper as I walked from the newspaper tube to the steps leading to our back door this morning.
The name of the brothel owner definitely tripped me up a more than just a little bit >> Xue Jun Yuan-Goldberg << …Uhhhh, did I read that right? Yes. Ooookaaayyyyy.
Rest of article seems to be the normal everyday weirdness that gets into print in this town … wait a minute: request for financial document = picture of President Clinton … that’s weird even for this place!
Okay.
Here it comes … [first step]
Soon … [second step]
I get to … [third step]
the last paragraph:
[Never made that last step … Visiting hours at the hospital are 6 to 8 PM - I promised mama that I will try to get the image of my face out of the boards on my deck when I recover.
If I can bring myself to stop laughing by then.
Lucy.
(Read the whole article carefully to get the context. I had to explain it to my wife. Twice. When it finally dawned she damn near lost it as bad as I did …)
A Big K-Smart, J. C.Penney’s, Burger King, Wendy’s, A Home Depot … A SuperWallyWorld …
::Okay now, everbody sing:: five gold mines*, four full casinos, three exits on I-80, TWO Micky Ds, and a brothel near a bear tree!
BTW, Paul this really is a great place to live, retired or not. You’d probably feel right at home. (note location …)
It’s jus’ that I don’t think the Editor at the EDFP actually, ya know, like reads every thing that goes across the desk on the way to the press, so we get some real gems …