He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
My Friend, Luis
When I was in the Air Force one of their sayings was, "Follow the chain of command and resolve the problem at the lowest level." The last part of that I have found to be very true regarding the building process here in Mexico. The first place I go whenever I encounter a problem is to go down the street to see my friend, Luis. He runs a junk yard about a half mile from our place. Luis is always happy and willing to help. He delivers water to the site whenever I call him and only every 4 or 5 trips will he ask me to give him a small payment for gas for his truck. Right now I am storing my small wooden beams to finish the roof at his place. I don't know what if anything I would have been able to accomplish without my friend, Luis.
Mil Gracias mi Amigo!
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