A Great Country
“Here’s something, Chet,” Bernie says, turning the page. “Out in Fort Worth – good country music in Fort Worth, by the way – a woman named Janice Ford Grimes is opening a pet resort called Spa Paws Hotel this month. Upholstered beds, satin and chenille – whatever that is – blankets, flat screen TV’s and treats on the pillow. There’ll be facials – would you like a facial, big guy? – Swarovski-crystal collars for sale – no clue what that means – and turn-down service every night. Rooms go for $65 to $200 a night. The best suites overlook an atrium, where robotic squirrels will be the floor show. I’m having so much trouble taking this in I almost forgot the wellness center, where dogs and cats can heal using Eastern medicine.”
Whoa. Cats? This is kind of confusing. Robotic squirrels? I know squirrels, of course, actually caught one once! A story for another time.
“So, what do we think, Chet?”
I think. Sometimes when you think, there’s a lot of confusion, and then all of a sudden one thing stands out. That’s happening now: a sort of blur in my mind, and then one clear thing, like it’s all alone under a spotlight: treats on a pillow.
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