Lanny!! You are on my list BIG TIME!
April 14, 1999 at 10:12:01
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posted by Lanny in AB on April 13, 1999 at 15:49:54
Lanny you big turd! How dare you come to Las Vegas and not give me a call so I could at least have taken you out and treated you to a big steak dinner?
After all we've been through a lot together! Why remember that time when we first met. We were both in the bus station in Oklahoma City, and I saw you from across the room, and you were crying. And I approached, cautiously, asking if there was something wrong. After introducing ourselves you related the story of how you had hitchhiked all the way to OC, metal detector slung over your shoulder to look for gold.
Your story was so sad. After two weeks, you had found nothing, and only had enough money for your bus ticket back to Canada. You hadn't eaten for three days.
We talked about our mutual interest in prospecting, and as it was going to be two hours before our buses departed I suggested we get something to eat, on me.
I remember that we went to that little Kentucky Fried Chicken Place right next door to the bus station. You ordered the 24 piece family meal, (all white meat), and I had the two chicken strips and the biscuit.
We walked over to the park across the street and sat under a tree where you proceeded to ravage those twenty four pieces of chicken. Why watching the meat stripped bones flying out of your mouth was akin to that scene in the movie "FARGO" where Steve Busemi (sp?) was feeding body parts into a wood chipper!
After you had eaten your fill you took your guitar out of the tattered and travel worn canvas case and proceeded to sing ballads that you had written about gold, and miners of the past, and prospectors and lost gold ledges and mines and treasure and the like.
I remember some of the lyrics to the one song in particular,
"There was an old miner he lived in the hills,
his pick and his mule were his only companion,
He chipped away at a hole in a canyon
Ever looking for yellow metal he searched
Content though he was to follow his dream, he layed
down at night and wished there was gold in the stream
But alas lady luck she smiled not on him,
his old mule died, pick broke and gold pickin's were slim.................... "
It was beautiful! I wiped a tear from my eye.
It was then that we took a pledge. You promised if you ever came to Las Vegas you'd look me up and I'd buy you a big steak dinner. And then you gave me your most treasured possession as a gift. Carefully removing it from your keychain you presented me with the petrified snout of a road killed Siamese cat. You told me that you had cut it from the carcass, and it had brought you good luck. Something like a rabbit's foot you explained. You told me you felt that cat snout helped you sniff out the gold. You told me that it obviously didn't work for you anymore and you wanted me to have it. I reluctantly took this unique gift, with the condition that I return it to you when next we met.
Well, I can see now that 24 piece chicken dinner and our friendship meant nothing to you.
Obviously the lure of the Blackjack tables and the bright lites and the big breasted cocktail waitresses were more important to you than an old friend.
Once again I find myself wiping a tear from my eye.
You be careful out there Lanny, and don't choke on any chicken bones.
Doc ;-]
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