ANOTHER DAY BUT WHERE’S MY DOLLAR?

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A couple of days ago I went out for a ride down to the river and was greeted by this view. Someone told me it was a gambling boat but I don’t know about that. I just know that it evokes thoughts of the riverboats that once upon a time plied these waters between here and New Orleans. Anyone see the movie “Showboat”?

One of my favorites, but then I love almost ALL of the old musicals. I think I was born in the wrong century because in my mind’s eye I see myself descending a circular staircase, dressed in a long dress with hoop skirts and lace. The reality would of course be me tripping over the long dress and totally destroying the lace as I tumble head first down that staircase, but in my own mind I would be graceful. Yeah, right!

As long as I’m dreaming, I might as well claim that dollar a few million times over! Now what to do with my newfound millions! Maybe a home of my own? I would have to fill it with nurses and a doctor or ten to patch me up when I fall (I do that a lot), No, if I had my own home it would have a huge room to hold my fabrics, sewing machines, and a separate room for lace and otherr sewing notions. And, of course, I would have my very own boat docked behind the house ready to take me floating down the Ohio to the Mississippi and points beyond!

But I’m awake now — most of the night for that matter. Dreams are nice but reality can also be nice. I have friends! They are worth more to me than all the millions of dollars in the world! I have a roof over my head, three meals a day and warm clothes to shield me from the elements. You know what? I really am wealthy beyond my wildest dreams!

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