August 8th, 2005
The sun was setting over Port Aransas, Mustang Island, Aransas and Corpus Christi bays and the great state of Texas itsownself. I was on a Thursday night gambling cruise, the “Texas Treasure,” sitting on the steps of an empty pool once used back in the days of The Love Boat. I was totally embraced in the solitude of the moment — contemplating my golf game, gambling savvy, butter beans, the existence of the Corn Palace and the uncertain future. The frenzy of our testosterone-laced, down and dirty golf/fish trip had reached its zenith. The fishing was over. The golf balls were lost. The booze bottles were dry. “Yoh attencione pleece. Di cahsino wi opan in feefteen meenoots.
Gracias.”
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