Quantity Or Quality, What Did You Give Up For Masonry?
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By James C. “Chris” Willams IV, Staff Writer I am almost sure that John must have a locator beacon on my phone or something. Pam and I were having a nice lunch at Mimi’s Café. She had gotten a chance to get away and asked me if I wanted to have lunch with her and that was an offer I couldn’t refuse. We were sitting there enjoying a steaming bowl of French Onion soup…one of their specialties and sharing a tuna sandwich and a pleasant quiet conversation when I glanced over Pam’s shoulder and I saw him……big….and I do mean big John Deacon. Without thinking I slid down in the booth and laid down on the seat and waited for him to go by. I could hear Pam asking me what the heck I was doing (it should have been obvious, I remember thinking). I waited and waited but I never saw him go by. So I turned my head slightly to peer over the table to see where he went and I was looking straight at a huge belt buckle. I knew I was had, and ...