“Citrus Groves. That’s where we are traveling today. We are going to visit the Citrus Plantations in the San Fernando Valley.”
She loved to wave her arms in a wide sweeping motion, as if the whole world was her next destination for our Tourist Visits.
I thought the dog should hear this one, because we never would go anywhere without him.
“William Claude – Where are you?” Most likely digging a hole, or something like that, and sure enough he showed up with a bottle in his mouth.
“Pure Corn Whiskey “. That was a strange thing to find, but dogs will be dogs!
Mildred was the wife’s name, while I was called Harry Bison-a, which everyone said sounded French, but that’s what they say about everything that sounds foreign.
William Claude just staggered over to the dog dish and collapsed in the water. “Hmm”, I said. “Must be a…
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