Friends in Cold Places

Studly Doright had a motorcycle for sale on eBay, and the winning bid came from a Canadian gentleman named Dave. Well, Canadian Dave elected to drive down to Florida from Newfoundland to pick up the bike in person rather than having it shipped.

He arrived at Doright Manor around nine on Sunday morning and the minute he came through the door we felt like we’d known him forever. A semi-retired mechanic, Dave is an avid collector of cars and motorcycles, so he and Studly talked for nearly three hours before we helped him load up the bike for the long trip home. 

Just as he stepped into his pickup truck he turned and in all seriousness said, “If you two need a place to come live should that horrible man win your presidential election, you’re welcome at my house.”

It’s good to know we have friends in cold places.

Peace, people!

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

8 thoughts on “Friends in Cold Places”

      1. It looks more and more like he is digging a deeper and deeper hole for himself but I’ll be darned if there aren’t a whole lot of people I know that are jumping into that hell hole with him. I will be so glad when this is over.

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