tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36916741674642773222011-04-21T17:18:02.940-05:00A couple of native Texans living in the wilds of Oklahomalmcdmchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966509784216817138noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691674167464277322.post-45013586703510528092007-10-23T19:49:00.000-05:002007-10-23T20:14:34.726-05:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvl7ZmlpQ9w/Rx6Z3t7khtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/97Ax0uHCc-Y/s1600-h/09-20-07_1357.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124702608495511250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Dvl7ZmlpQ9w/Rx6Z3t7khtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/97Ax0uHCc-Y/s320/09-20-07_1357.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />D - One of the trips the wife and I made this year was to Las Vegas. In keeping with her game plan of keeping me from gambling, we usually walk about 12 miles a day through every shop in Las Vegas. During one of our excursions, we happened to run across Pete Rose in a sports memorabilia shop. I was able to get a couple of pictures with my cell but missed the one which would best describe Pete. We left for a while, after taking the pictures, but happened to come back an hour or so later. Wouldn't you know it, there was Pete still sitting at the table, but this time instead of signing autographs, he was sitting there with a handful of cash counting his money. It was about as funny of a sight we've seen in a while. By this time the store was doing all it could to keep people from taking pictures.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3691674167464277322-4501358670351052809?l=lmcdmc.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>lmcdmchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13966509784216817138noreply@blogger.com1