Mine ain't so sweet, just years of small boat sailing and a Navy family, but regards Shug's...
30 years ago I had a neighbor when I lived in the Santa Cruz mountains redwood forest. She was a widow, in her eighties, and lived alone, and I was early 30's, and kinda figured I should look in on her from time to time. Her name was Shug too. One day during a terrific storm, with the wind howling, widow makers spiraling down and sticking in the ground like arrows, rain heavy and cold, and the power long out, I trudged over to her place to check on her. She was the only person around with a little generator. Knocked on her door and shed layers of oil skins at her invite to come in and have a 10 am heater. She made a couple G & T's, we sat down, the news was on about this wildish storm and how everyone's power was out. We were dry, warm and had drinks in our hands. Shug looked over at me with a wicked grin, raised her glass to me and said, "They all think we suffering." I've always appreciated a good Shug...
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