Rita ~

Too bad we can’t stay around forever. Or maybe we do. I certainly don’t want to give up my room surrounded by gum boats & pumpkin heads. I’m plugged-in here to the universe. All I gotta do is shut the door & lock it & go comatose in the chair at the window…

I wish you could live forever. My motives for such are selfish. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about having to go to Monterrey & losing my suite at Hotel San Carlos here in beautiful Yuma.

Throughout the pandemic I pretty much stayed away from the cafe ~ which is too expensive anyway. However, due to the extra cash-flow brought about by a couple government stimulus checks, and the seasonal thinning out of the snowbirds, and the seemingly successful vaccination of America, and that I have been vaccinated with two shots & wear a bandito mask, I dropped by ye olde cantina recently. Both bus-girls converged upon me in the same moment, one with a cup o’ hot coffee, the other with a rag wiping the counter under my nose. This does something for an old man. Be sure of it.

I feel I’ve really stuck it to you with this story. I thought it best to put such trifle on top o’ the table for you to examine ~ seeing as we’re all examining such things anyway. I’ll cinch it up tight by concluding ~ why don’t you come down to Yuma & cash-in your chips here? And don’t forget your butler, Col. Pablo. The trouble is, it might take 20 more years ~ 20 years stuck in Yuma!

love ~

Uncle Clyde

2022

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(Copyright Clyde Collins 2023)