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> > Oh, what the heck, I'll tell you about the Las Vegas basketball team. We were having a good trip back from California. We decided to stop for a couple of days in Vegas. An when we started home, the flights were "loose" which, in airline, means some empty seats that are available for standbys. Minutes before we were to board, a group of very large young guys hurried into the gate area. Very, VERY, large. It seems that the UNLV team had been the victim of a cancled flight and they were shuffled over to our flight. There were only two seats left. They were not together. In fact they were center seats in a single-aisle, six-across aircraft. You guessed it, I got stuck between two of the biggest guys on the plane. The one on my left was tall like a basketball player, but wide enough for football, and he was sleepy. I spent the entire flight worrying about when he was going to fall over and crush me! How's that for adventure?
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> Howard! You were in Vegas and didn't look me up? Then again we don't talk too much anyways...but hey, any of you guys, if you ever swing into town, tell me about it and I'll show you around.!
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Randy,
I seem to show up in Vegas every now and then. I don't go to gamble, but it's one of the best walking around towns I know. If you see me there, you'll know me, because I'm the only one not feeding the slots.
Howard