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I swear, someday I'm just gonna drive to Cleveland (Never thought I'd say that) and keep buying you beers until you tell me your whole life's story.
It would bore you to death, but I would be most glad to see you.
I was a ski instructor for only one summer when I was 16. My brother, who is 9 years older than I, ran the ski school for two years. He had me come up and drive the boat for the lessons. In addition to our regular school, we had a contract with this huge resort hotel (The Sagamore, I think) that was on an island in the lake. We had two boats, so one would stay at the dock at our school, and my brother and I would take the other and head over to the Sagamore. I was bored to death, while he schmoozed all the young beautiful female hotel guests. Occasionally we even gave a lesson or two.
