Word on the streets of Atlanta is that our fellow resident, Kenny Rogers, is moving.
I met Kenny on a warm summer's evening. We were on a train bound for nowhere, both too tired to sleep.
So we took turns staring out the window at the darkness ... till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
Do you know what he said?
What did he say?
ReplyDeleteDid he tell you he wanted you to hold them?
ReplyDeleteI would have smacked him.
Son, I've made a livin' out of readin' peoples faces. And knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes...
ReplyDeleteSo if you don't mind my saying ...
ReplyDeleteI can see you're out of aces.
For a taste of your whiskey,
I'll give you some advice.