Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or
something.

I put a Craig's list ad in for some of Bob's old stuff and get this
call from a guy who's interested in the bed (Bob never used). He says
something about a construction job and he's here from Texas for a
while and he has an accent. I'm thinking Latin construction worker as
a very large number have arrived with all the work in the city (and,
wow, there's plenty to go around for years).

Well, no. I mean Latin yes but he *owns* a construction business with
his brother and they're opening an office here because of all the work
they're getting. Anyway, he's here just until things get settled then
he's going back. To, of all places, Austin.

I ask if they build fences (I'm going to need one) and they do. So he
gives me his card. It occurs to me that if he needs temporary
furniture, there's an old dresser that's not worth anything but would
work for a short term thing. And a couple of other things I was
sending to the dump. I told if he'll just get them out of the garage
so I don't have to deal with them, he can have them.

And while I'm at it, I ask since he runs a construction company, does
he have somebody I could hire to haul off the junk. He does. And he'll
do it for dump fees alone since I'm helping him out with free
furniture to use for the duration.

So the card has a web site URL (of course). I go take a look. It's not
a very well done website I'm afraid. When he and his brother returned
today, to pick up the other furniture, I cautiously say "your website
didn't work very well in my browser" and a whole story comes out about
the problems they're having with their web designer bunch.

I asked how much they paid for it and when they told me, my jaw hit
the floor, bounced back up, and hit the floor again. It's a very basic
site and sloppily done. I said, "You got screwed. And hard."

They said they were looking for somebody to take over. So I kinda
mentioned I've twenty years in computers. So I'm going to do their
website. It's a small job and I'm not going to charge them much of
anything (I mean it's a *simple* site for crying out loud, what a rip
off their web "designer" pulled). But hopefully if they're happy, I
could pick up the odd contract here and there maybe with other small
businesses they know.

And *then* it turns out the other brother is relocating permanently
(one's staying, one's going back). And needs a house. I said, "Well, I
just happen to have one for sale..."



Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or something.

I put a Craig's list ad in for some of Bob's old stuff and get this call
from a guy who's interested in the bed (Bob never used). He says something
about a construction job and he's here from Texas for a while and he has
an accent. I'm thinking Latin construction worker as a very large number
have arrived with all the work in the city (and, wow, there's plenty to go
around for years).

Well, no. I mean Latin yes but he *owns* a construction business with his
brother and they're opening an office here because of all the work they're
getting. Anyway, he's here just until things get settled then he's going
back. To, of all places, Austin.

I ask if they build fences (I'm going to need one) and they do. So he
gives me his card. It occurs to me that if he needs temporary furniture,
there's an old dresser that's not worth anything but would work for a
short term thing. And a couple of other things I was sending to the dump.
I told if he'll just get them out of the garage so I don't have to deal
with them, he can have them.

And while I'm at it, I ask since he runs a construction company, does he
have somebody I could hire to haul off the junk. He does. And he'll do it
for dump fees alone since I'm helping him out with free furniture to use
for the duration.

So the card has a web site URL (of course). I go take a look. It's not a
very well done website I'm afraid. When he and his brother returned today,
to pick up the other furniture, I cautiously say "your website didn't
work very well in my browser" and a whole story comes out about the
problems they're having with their web designer bunch.

I asked how much they paid for it and when they told me, my jaw hit the
floor, bounced back up, and hit the floor again. It's a very basic site
and sloppily done. I said, "You got screwed. And hard."

They said they were looking for somebody to take over. So I kinda
mentioned I've twenty years in computers. So I'm going to do their
website. It's a small job and I'm not going to charge them much of
anything (I mean it's a *simple* site for crying out loud, what a rip off
their web "designer" pulled). But hopefully if they're happy, I could pick
up the odd contract here and there maybe with other small businesses they
know.

And *then* it turns out the other brother is relocating permanently (one's
staying, one's going back). And needs a house. I said, "Well, I just
happen to have one for sale..."



Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or something.

I put a Craig's list ad in for some of Bob's old stuff and get this call
from a guy who's interested in the bed (Bob never used). He says something
about a construction job and he's here from Texas for a while and he has
an accent. I'm thinking Latin construction worker as a very large number
have arrived with all the work in the city (and, wow, there's plenty to go
around for years).

Well, no. I mean Latin yes but he *owns* a construction business with his
brother and they're opening an office here because of all the work they're
getting. Anyway, he's here just until things get settled then he's going
back. To, of all places, Austin.

I ask if they build fences (I'm going to need one) and they do. So he
gives me his card. It occurs to me that if he needs temporary furniture,
there's an old dresser that's not worth anything but would work for a
short term thing. And a couple of other things I was sending to the dump.
I told if he'll just get them out of the garage so I don't have to deal
with them, he can have them.

And while I'm at it, I ask since he runs a construction company, does he
have somebody I could hire to haul off the junk. He does. And he'll do it
for dump fees alone since I'm helping him out with free furniture to use
for the duration.

So the card has a web site URL (of course). I go take a look. It's not a
very well done website I'm afraid. When he and his brother returned today,
to pick up the other furniture, I cautiously say "your website didn't
work very well in my browser" and a whole story comes out about the
problems they're having with their web designer bunch.

I asked how much they paid for it and when they told me, my jaw hit the
floor, bounced back up, and hit the floor again. It's a very basic site
and sloppily done. I said, "You got screwed. And hard."

They said they were looking for somebody to take over. So I kinda
mentioned I've twenty years in computers. So I'm going to do their
website. It's a small job and I'm not going to charge them much of
anything (I mean it's a *simple* site for crying out loud, what a rip off
their web "designer" pulled). But hopefully if they're happy, I could pick
up the odd contract here and there maybe with other small businesses they
know.

And *then* it turns out the other brother is relocating permanently (one's
staying, one's going back). And needs a house. I said, "Well, I just
happen to have one for sale..."



Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or something.

I put a Craig's list ad in for some of Bob's old stuff and get this call
from a guy who's interested in the bed (Bob never used). He says something
about a construction job and he's here from Texas for a while and he has
an accent. I'm thinking Latin construction worker as a very large number
have arrived with all the work in the city (and, wow, there's plenty to go
around for years).

Well, no. I mean Latin yes but he *owns* a construction business with his
brother and they're opening an office here because of all the work they're
getting. Anyway, he's here just until things get settled then he's going
back. To, of all places, Austin.

I ask if they build fences (I'm going to need one) and they do. So he
gives me his card. It occurs to me that if he needs temporary furniture,
there's an old dresser that's not worth anything but would work for a
short term thing. And a couple of other things I was sending to the dump.
I told if he'll just get them out of the garage so I don't have to deal
with them, he can have them.

And while I'm at it, I ask since he runs a construction company, does he
have somebody I could hire to haul off the junk. He does. And he'll do it
for dump fees alone since I'm helping him out with free furniture to use
for the duration.

So the card has a web site URL (of course). I go take a look. It's not a
very well done website I'm afraid. When he and his brother returned today,
to pick up the other furniture, I cautiously say "your website didn't
work very well in my browser" and a whole story comes out about the
problems they're having with their web designer bunch.

I asked how much they paid for it and when they told me, my jaw hit the
floor, bounced back up, and hit the floor again. It's a very basic site
and sloppily done. I said, "You got screwed. And hard."

They said they were looking for somebody to take over. So I kinda
mentioned I've twenty years in computers. So I'm going to do their
website. It's a small job and I'm not going to charge them much of
anything (I mean it's a *simple* site for crying out loud, what a rip off
their web "designer" pulled). But hopefully if they're happy, I could pick
up the odd contract here and there maybe with other small businesses they
know.

And *then* it turns out the other brother is relocating permanently (one's
staying, one's going back). And needs a house. I said, "Well, I just
happen to have one for sale..."



Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or something.

Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

--
Mark K. Bilbo
--------------------------------------------------
"As hip as it is for outsiders to blame New Orleans
for everything bad that happened during and after
Hurricane Katrina, the truth is that the people
who lived here were much more prepared for a big
storm than the federal government that promised
us flood protection." [Jarvis DeBerry]

http://makeashorterlink.com/?V180525DC

"Everything New Orleans"
http://www.nola.com

Man, if this god guy exists, he must really like atheists...

Everything's happening all at once like I won the lottery or something.