Living 45 minutes from
Zion National Park and 2 1/2 hours from the
Grand Canyon definitely has its benefits. We hopped on the scooters Saturday evening for a wonderful dinner at
Oscars Cafe in
Springdale, Utah (gateway to Zion) with some great friends. The air was cool, the road was dry, the food was delightful and the conversation lively. While dining, we were reminded of a recent tour through New Mexico that took us to Nogales, AZ for a quick trip across the border. Of course, no sooner did we cross the proverbial line than were we approached by the local "tour guides" to hook us up with anything from hookers to ice cream. Our wish, their command. I suppose you can't really blame them, living conditions such as they are and all. But the part of the experience that produced the belly laugh as much now as it did then, was the question asked of our good friend Kent as soon as we arr
ived. Now understand that Kent is the salt of the earth. Quiet, unassuming, humble and as honest and pure as the day is long. But when our guide, we'll call him Jose, approached the three of us who ventured out on this excursion, he looked straight at Kent and asked if
he needed some Viagra. I do believe Kent's ego is still bruised.
sundance
ived. Now understand that Kent is the salt of the earth. Quiet, unassuming, humble and as honest and pure as the day is long. But when our guide, we'll call him Jose, approached the three of us who ventured out on this excursion, he looked straight at Kent and asked if he needed some Viagra. I do believe Kent's ego is still bruised.
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