First things first, the Hollie Day went very well, we had a good time (spending money), she got her Camden T-shirt and a few other things and "only" spent about $15 on projects.
Next: The Sox finally were able to get ahead and finish with a win - ahhhh, feels better.
And now the tangled web part:
My dad was a twin, sets of twins in Maine sometimes cause quite a stir, I'll illustrate.
Bigelow Bob was/is friends with the Coop twins, and sometimes neighbors might say 'they can't be twins they look alike' and the reply could be 'of course their twins, brothers too'. Do you see the things we go through here in Maine?
Anyway, the Coop twins, Alexander Graham Coop and Robert Louis Coop (that's their names; are you keeping up?), became wealthy by being no-bid contractors, allegedly in Iraq, with the former administration in Washington. The "project" they were working on was a gasoline engine powered garden hose. This was to be in the desert after all. Of course the twins had no real idea how it would work, when somebody told them just to hook it up to a faucet. They spent the rest of their time (doing what?) looking for a GASOLINE POWERED FAUCET. Real genius at work here, besides they were paid millions, after which they took to liquor. Bobby (that would be Robert Louis) drank more than his brother (who is also his twin) and began to wish they'd invented that damn hose after all. He got so badly confused that he changed his legal last name to Co-op, and sold shares of his body to his neighbors. The neighbors being convinced that they would become rich when he donated his body to science. Okay?
Live and Let Live, and feed the critters.
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