My Sweetie;
Sat in a wonderful game last eve, twas a no limit affair and very sharp. Didn’t make any money but won some of the best pots since I left the queen. All hands were costly when the cards were weak so eventually (lights out) old King Love dropped down even. (Large fellow lost 50.)
Have often fallen into moods of reminiscence and tonight she ees one of said days.
Don’t believe that you were ever informed of LJ’s, Lee’s and my short sojourn in the fair city of Frisco. It started out rather quiet, merely going over to celebrate a friends wedding. When we contacted said friend, he, by some quirk of fate was out of fire-water. This as you may guess was a great deflation of our expectations, so with compliments around we bid the happy couple adieu. Natch after trying to sweat out the quart, a drink was badly needed. After several, the surroundings loose their luster, so off to another café. Twas at this next den of sailors pleasure that the story begins. In, a round or two and then the exit. As we left the swinging portals, a flash of sparks and bending metal stared us in the face. Directly in front of us was a taxi-cab and on the t‘other side was a citizens car plus driver.
The driver had at sometime that day imbibed a bit too freely and was beginning to show the wear and tear. Fast like (Market Street commandos) we rushed to see the damage and render first-aid if necessary. He had side-swiped the taxi and was now trying to get his limo vehicle into a stall directly ahead of the cab. He seemed in a very merry mood so upon getting his attention I told him that we’d seen it all and the hack had been swinging from the curb thereby causing accident. The wreckage he said, was not his worry, twas that parking place which lay broad on the stbd bow and not a dozen feet away. (Even told him the cabby ran into the bar, but of no avail) At this time senor Johnson began giving directions to get the car ahead and sidewise. (Each had seperate spots in mind) After about three minutes of well tendered directions, L.B. had the torn fenders and running boards so well locked, that the cars resembled bastard twins. The driver stumble out, we steer toward a new entrance for liquid entree’s and the crowd gets thicker and thicker. (Twas funnier to see than is told.)
Am blissful with you
in my heart
Kenny Lee
Kenneth Lee Martin SM2/C
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