Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The House Blond is convinced that St Vals is a legal holiday and no amount of rational discourse can dissuade her of that notion. Prolly doesn't help that at Casa de las Rocas Grande it may as well be Christmas. The trick is to take the lessons from Christmas socks hung by the chimney with care and morph that into something pink with hearts, love, and chocolate.
Akira came out of the camps after the Big War and headed straight to Chicago. He'd made enough cash running a pool table and cigarette concession to buy a brand new 1946 Ford. Mike, you know how much Japanese love to smoke and cigarettes were hard to come by in camp. The pool table was pilfered from a lodge near Yellowstone. I should have taken notes instead of consigning this fascinating stuff to my failing memory banks.
Once in Chi-town, Ike found gainful employment at 2122 Clark Street. Claimed the bullet holes were still in the wall. Long ago razed, George Patey's bricks, salvaged from the building and sold for a grand apiece, are reputed to bring nothing but bad luck to the holder.
Hope your St Valentine's Day is better than Moran's boys was.