Beverly Hillbillies

Ahhhh, Life's amazing coinkydinks.

I'd offered to make the dinner reservation for Friday with John & Lynn & Kent & Lorie at the Roaring Fork, but neither neither KristiSue nor I could find the number.  I e-mailed Lynn saying that this fancy restaurant's phone wasn't listed "down here in Clampettville," and would she please make the call.

This morning I get a phone call from a guy with a deep, husky voice I always associate with a heavy smoker.  He asks if this is me, I say yes, he says, "This is Max Baer.  I used to be Jethro on the Beverly Hillbillies."  I'm thinking, This automated dialing is getting really sophisticated if it can confirm my name before starting the recording.  He says, "I'm calling from Las Vegas and wanted to ask you a few questions."  Wondering how low this guy has fallen, shilling for some casino now, I start into my "awfully busy right now but with the Blonde's proclivities will be visiting there soon I'm sure" speech.  He laughs, says he really does want some information. 

Anyway - turns out he's trying to put a casino into a shopping center in California and wants info on how casinos in shopping centers work out.  45 minutes later, I've listened through his standard list of amusing anecdotes, famous friends ("I went to Bush's inauguration as JD Hayworth's guest.") and have a list of things to make copies of for my new best friend, who has confided his several phone numbers and even his personal FedEx number.  The air is really thin up here. www.jethroscasino.com