Vangy plays in the dirt

As for embarrassment at packing them out of the venue ...

... the other night when I attended an investment meeting to deal with a potential gold mine at a local motel, the expected presenter wasn't able to come due to icy roads in Toronto.

So the usual attendees held a meeting and a good informal discussion on their own (polishing off the snacks in the process).

I asked the busboys whether they saved pop cans from garbage for recycling.

That, did they not, I'd be glad to take them home with me.

They were interested, so I told them that they could get about 50 cents a pound, which amounts to just over 30 pop cans, at a scrap metal dealer.

Told them where to find them and how I usually wait till I have another errand nearby, for buying gas for that extra trip eats up a good share of the money that I'd get for the cans.

Especially in the car that I bought recently, the pistons of whose engine displace over double the amount in my earlier car's engine - so it uses a lot more gas.

Got over $90. for a vanload, last year, I told them.

The boys were interested.

So - I didn't take the pop cans.

Good wishes for getting rooted with your champagne glasses, dirt-rooter.

ole joyful