It’s been kinda krazy since I escaped the gravitational pull of the Arizona desert and limped back home. It wasn’t easy, nor pretty – especially with the lion’s share of my cash tied up in a luxury home and pool in Oro Valley.
Thus I had to do everything imaginable – short of dealing drugs – to fund my not-so-great escape.
Throw in some lame bus and train trips, a complicated U-Haul misadventure, and awkward weeks spent packing up my life’s ongoing, traveling roadshow.
OK, what else…
Had a couple weird getaways to hangs like Mayfield, Kentucky. A year of playing musical cars at BMW, Volkswagen, Masarati and Alfa Romeo – in Topeka, Lawrence and Kansas City.
Then I finally got the green light to replace both of my knees – at the same time. That required three separate surgeries and left me borderline bedridden, followed by wobbly and now in therapy. A hoped for return to the automotive sales world is penciled in for this February/March.
On top of which, after moving back last year, some loser driving his girlfriend’s uninsured Ford Taurus crossed the center line in Topeka and totaled my beloved Honda. A couple of emergency room visits, were followed by me getting an even hipper steed, a 40th Anniversary Volkswagen GLI six-speed manual.
Of course, I’ve had to nursemaid what’s left of poor Dwight, after his tennis racket debacle with a gay, Mission Hills house sitter who literally ran him down near his house during COVID.
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