Good Times On The Highway To Hell-My Journey Part 8

My first and only skiing trip was to Breckenridge, Colorado and our friends family joined us. I was at a huge disadvantage becuase this was the first time to ski and they do morals???. If you ever get a chance to visit, you will love it. Long story short, we were getting our lunch and as I turned around my burger went flying and I fall very hard on my ars. Skiing is not my interest.

There was an elderly couple across the street and shorting after meeting them his wife dies. I take some food and struck a great friendship with him and we talked everyday. One day, I look out the window and saw he had the strangest items all thrown in a pile close to front porch, the top item was an ironging board. He had never done that before and became concerned. I called the police for a welfare check. I’m talking to two officers when he drove up, his daughter had taken him to the doctor. She was not happy with me. I never saw Jim after that day and I still miss our conversations.

As a child I was called monkey toes because I could pick up so many items with my toes.

I knew nothing about tank fish yet decided to buy a 10 gallon tank. I pick two fish, the salesman forgot to tell me they were fighting fish and can’t share tanks. I had to get another tank for the other. The type of decisions made at 19 years old.