I realize now how long posts rarely get read.
One night I was sleeping in my home on the beach (which was a tent--see "arrival on the isle" for details).
A whopper of a squall came across the water and blew my home down...with me in it.
The next day I interviewed for a job at the Sheraton (I didn't get it cause I kept staring off into space from lack of sleep).
It was the longest night of my life.
5 days later I was living with a 70 year old Mexican man named Ludlow.
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i, for one, enjoy long posts. and, for that matter, 70 year old mexican men...
You would have loved Ludlow. He was like a 70 year old Johnny Cash...only mexican.
oh, what a great name...which reminds me, have you ever seen 'love, ludlow'?
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