1) Lying flat on my back in the
lobby of the Hyatt Regency in Phoenix at 2 a.m. I passed the carafe of
Chablis to my reclining colleague who looked at me and said, “Pardner, I
don’t think you’re executive material!”
2) Mud wrestling with Hurricane
Charlotte in San Juan Capistrano. It was there I lost $110 on a frog
named Montezuma in the big frog-off.
3) The tobacco-spitting contest
in Pasco where I placed third. As Tom Hall would say, “I used to
couldn’t spit over my chin; now I can spit all over it!”
4) One o’clock in the morning;
Saturday night, when I locked the key in Red’s Cadillac outside the
Schroeder Dance Hall. I had to call a locksmith from Victoria. It was a
long ride home.
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