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Just saying, don't know what to say. As of now I'm a retired Real Property Appraiser (boring). In the late 60's I worked at the Triumph Motorcle Ware House, crates sent out from Baltimore Harbour. Rode Triumphs and Harleys for 40 years. Too many places to remember. In the 70's also had a '65' Big Healey (dashboard caught on fire) so traded it for a 64 1/2 Sprite. Believe me I liked it better! Really did! Drilled pin size holes in the distributor, no condensation and it was unstopable, even in the snow, lose my keys and could hot start it with the metal side of chewing gum wrapper. True, try it sometime.
Skipping along I owned a bar in a 300+ slip marina on Rock Creek Maryland. Then it became boats (Olds. Rocket 455cu. Donzi jet) and others.
Moved to Ft. Lauderdale and fell in love with a woman whose father owned a hotel in the U.S.V.I's (St. Croix). Moved and one month later hurricane 'David' blew the hotel down, she left, I stayed for years and opened another bar. In truth it was a dump saloon, no tourists, only natives allowed or really no tourist would ever want to come in. Cool.
Came back north to Baltimore, got a liver transplant 2002 G'town U. Hospital.
So now I'm 70, I like to stay home at night, no late night parties, go to sleep early, no drinking for 36 years. All my childhood punishments have now become my adult goals. I drive my silver and burgundy very good conditioned BugEye tagged (HIOSLVR) as
much as I can and mind my own buisness, always something needs fixin. If anyone read all this - Thanks, Gallagher
Skipping along I owned a bar in a 300+ slip marina on Rock Creek Maryland. Then it became boats (Olds. Rocket 455cu. Donzi jet) and others.
Moved to Ft. Lauderdale and fell in love with a woman whose father owned a hotel in the U.S.V.I's (St. Croix). Moved and one month later hurricane 'David' blew the hotel down, she left, I stayed for years and opened another bar. In truth it was a dump saloon, no tourists, only natives allowed or really no tourist would ever want to come in. Cool.
Came back north to Baltimore, got a liver transplant 2002 G'town U. Hospital.
So now I'm 70, I like to stay home at night, no late night parties, go to sleep early, no drinking for 36 years. All my childhood punishments have now become my adult goals. I drive my silver and burgundy very good conditioned BugEye tagged (HIOSLVR) as
much as I can and mind my own buisness, always something needs fixin. If anyone read all this - Thanks, Gallagher
