Bruce and I were discussing the sorry state of the world the other night in our comfy gentlemen’s leather club chairs, complete with matching ottomans. while smoking some very fine Cuban cigars, (our houseboy Mickey gets them from his family in Cuba) and swilling some vintage Port I picked up at the duty-free shop in the local Walmart. It was ideal. All that was needed was a fire in the fireplace, snow outside, and the tender attentions of our housekeeper, the widow Mrs. Crosby, (no relation to the singing family of Bing or David). But we had given her her notice as times have gotten a little tight around Bruce Manor. But, that aside, life at that moment was quite good.
The modest guest house at Bruce Manor. (vacationhome rentals.com)
So after having read the evening newspaper, the last remaining one we must say and we are creatures of habit…
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