I met a couple guys that asked me to join them in a round of golf. They asked if I wanted a litter wager and I agreed. Five dollars a hole sounded good so off we went.
All I could lose was $10 a hole or $180 for the whole 18 holes. I played well that day and won 12 of 18 holes. Winning $120 and losing $60 for a net of $60 winnings.
Playing for money was fun!! All I needed was people I could beat. I decided to persue this lifestyle when I get home. Next story I'll tell you how I made out.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Annual Vacation A Short Story
It was time for our annual vacation. We have traveled all over the United States and this year decided on a trip to the Carribbean. St Croix in fact. So our plane took off on a rainy day headed of Puerto Rico. Where we change planes and on to St. Croix.
It was not raining in Puerto Rico but it was unbearable hot. We were in this very small airport waiting for our flight to St. Croix. The plane we finally had was down the outside steps of the main building. Across the pavement we walked toward this very small airplane. The motor was running as our bags were being loaded. Up the steps to a very small interior with seating one row one each side of the plane. However the single stewardess began seating us in a manner as to spread out the weight. So our group of four got spread out. We eventually took off and I realized this was no ordinary flight. First of all the plane did not fly very high and I could make out every building and the water below us. Secondly I thought we had a serious oil leak on the engine that I could see from my seat. This worried me but I kept quiet. After what seemed like ages on this small plane we began desending onto this island that didn't look at all like the brochures we had looked at previously.
I was never so glad to get off that plane as I've flown frequently but never in so small an aircraft. On looking around it was apparent we were indeed in a place like no other. Very hot and bright sun beat down on us as we got into a cab and headed for our hotel. Upon arriving at our room we found that a gecko like creature was everywhere. I headed for the bar to relax. The bar was outside with a heavy covered roof overlooking the ocean. More on our adventures on St. Croix next installment. Keep in touch
It was not raining in Puerto Rico but it was unbearable hot. We were in this very small airport waiting for our flight to St. Croix. The plane we finally had was down the outside steps of the main building. Across the pavement we walked toward this very small airplane. The motor was running as our bags were being loaded. Up the steps to a very small interior with seating one row one each side of the plane. However the single stewardess began seating us in a manner as to spread out the weight. So our group of four got spread out. We eventually took off and I realized this was no ordinary flight. First of all the plane did not fly very high and I could make out every building and the water below us. Secondly I thought we had a serious oil leak on the engine that I could see from my seat. This worried me but I kept quiet. After what seemed like ages on this small plane we began desending onto this island that didn't look at all like the brochures we had looked at previously.
I was never so glad to get off that plane as I've flown frequently but never in so small an aircraft. On looking around it was apparent we were indeed in a place like no other. Very hot and bright sun beat down on us as we got into a cab and headed for our hotel. Upon arriving at our room we found that a gecko like creature was everywhere. I headed for the bar to relax. The bar was outside with a heavy covered roof overlooking the ocean. More on our adventures on St. Croix next installment. Keep in touch
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Across the Street, A short story
I've noticed some strange activity going on with the new neighbors across the street. For instance every night about 9:30 pm Someone leaves the house. This person returns about 20 minutes later. Also they are apparently in the carnival business. Judging from the various trucks that show up in front of the house throughout the summer. There are many children of various ages in that house. But none of them mow the grass. They hire that job out to a equally strange group of people. When I'm outside and one or more of these people come out, noone will look my way. I wave every time they go by but don't get a response. I think they have something to hide. The husband seems to be gone for days at a time. Only then will the wife be outside for any length of time. Right now as I look across the street there are two cars in the drive way and no movement what so ever. These people have a house dog which they put out in whatever weather for hours at a time. I may update this story if new information becomes available. So check back if you have interest. My email is ishoff@verizon.net
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