Last Updated on July 12, 2022 by Roff Graves

I could fill a book about  my encounters as a Motor Vehicle Investigator with the Gypsy people but one of my mind’s most  boggling experiences came years later when I owned the antique shop/gallery on Cherokee Lane. A young man, I assumed to be Gypsy, came up as I was getting out of my pickup. He struck up a friendly conversation. Soon he told me that he would bet me $20. that he could tell me my favorite flower. There was no way he could know. millenium zaklady online I told him, “Let’s go for it!” He told me that he didn’t want to  cheat and to take a pencil and right it down. Being careful so he couldn’t see it, I wrote it down. I can’t remember what I wrote but it wasn’t an easy one–probably Fuchsia. Anyway, he told me I had just written Fuchsia and asked me to show him what I’d written. I should him and handed him a $20. bill. He graciously thanked me. I begged him, even offered to pay him to show me how he did it. kasyno online wpłata blik He explained to me that his people just knew and there was no way I could learn. aplikacje zaklady bukmacherskie —Memories–olRoff