The other day I had a daydream. I stayed at a hotel during a vacation trip somewhere in the US (I´m German and a Corvette addict since more than 20 years). I couldn´t sleep so I decided to hang up in the bar for a while. It was a dark and gloomy atmo, even the piano player knocked off. But I was not alone. I spied an abandoned man at the end of the Counter, maybe he was in the late fifties or beginning sixties. So I decided to have a drink with that old man, simultaneously beeing curious what that interesting looking man could tell. As I approached him with a subtle smile it was I got a sudden Adrenalin injection while my heart went up to 180. The old man at the Counter was: TADGE!
So You know the reason why Tadge probably won´t visit bars at all...
Warm regards
Willy
So You know the reason why Tadge probably won´t visit bars at all...
Warm regards
Willy
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