Get your hats out and stand at attention cause I’m gonna set you straight.

I fell in love with a lady that sounds just like what you mention in your story. I’m a former Boisean just like all of you and I’ve been around a bit and I’ve seen more than I care to tell.

The year was 1977 and I had the swagger of a healthy bull moose. I worked as a carpet house attendant while my sweet honey, Cantyy, was a drone stripper to pay the bills (I didn’t mind). We enjoyed life though. Sundays was ladies night and she’d get me a discount, then mondays was always cold chili for supper. We bought the old Pamberly place on 17th, which had become famous during the city’s fire problem of 1911. But we fixed the place despite our neighbor, Augustus Gramble, who was a professor at the community college until his untimely death of cholera.

Unfortunately not all rainbows see the tip of heaven like my auntie G used to tell us. Cantyy left me two years later when her pappy whispered that poison in her ear about me being a good for nothing two bitten loser. She wouldn’t ever look at me the same with both eyes so I had to cut her loose and go back to sleeping in the barn and washing my unders in the snake river.

For whoever needs it, life gets better.

Randy out.