Day Eighty Eight

I installed a kitchen today in Vero Beach, on the east side of the river.  The Indian river is much like the Mexican/American border, on the east side we have the well to do affluent type, we'll call them Americans. On the west side of the river things get a little more real, we'll say this is the Mexican side. While there is no actual border or armed guards with drug sniffing dogs, you can bet that when the sun starts to set on this little strip of artificial abundance,  the local law enforcement officers keep a close eye on any vehicle manufactured in America prior to 2008.  After all, what self respecting millionaire would be seen in one of those.
    At the end of the day we pack up our tools and head for Mexico.  And as John Denver said so eloquently, "Hey it's good to be back home again."
  Until tomorrow, here's your daily dose of wisdom;

"I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof." 
    Rodney Dangerfield