My ATF was not a dancer
Sunday, April 7, 2013 4:07 PM
The strippers came and went from my favorite club in Denver but C stayed through the years presiding over the bar. An honest drink and an honest smile were what she offered. Yes, I loved her, but so did everyone else, and she found true love with one of the patrons. The handsome cowboy rode off with her to Texas, but not until a nice ceremony where I gave the bride away. My grandson was her ring bearer.
A decade passed and now I was on a 25-hour bus ride to Texas. Yes, C was there and met my bus. Everything in my world had changed, but not C and her sparkling blue eyes. We had lunch and then I got on the train for my convention in Dallas. At one of the stops I saw a press photographer lining up what appeared to be the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. They were glorious, but I had already seen the best. My next thought was "why did the railroad allow these girls to stand too close to the tracks?"
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