MarAzul
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I once knew a fella, Robert F Johnson. Had an office in my territory, but when I called on his office, on Sw 6th Ave in Portland, he usually wanted to talk about other stuff, like sailing. As a hard work fella, it sort of troubled me, but I pressed on with my work. Then I found I had been or I should say my boss had been made aware that I should cover the Georgia Pacific building and that account. Ha! that happened like magic.
Then this same fella was often in the GP building. Danged if he didn't still want to talk about sailing. Lucky for me that the office manager there informed me, uh that is the owner (dip shit!). So not being real slow, I prepped abit for the next chance meeting.
Never happened though, I got recalled to service, Virginia and Puerto Rico and .... and then well time moves on.
You know some of these people have more money than you can count and they do odd shit with it.
R.F Johnson owned a yacht, the winner of most ocean races of the day including setting the TransPac record.
But nothing like this! Shooting a Tesla into space for chuckles?
Oh yeah. The yacht was named the Ticonderoga. Sometimes called Big Ti.
Then this same fella was often in the GP building. Danged if he didn't still want to talk about sailing. Lucky for me that the office manager there informed me, uh that is the owner (dip shit!). So not being real slow, I prepped abit for the next chance meeting.
Never happened though, I got recalled to service, Virginia and Puerto Rico and .... and then well time moves on.
You know some of these people have more money than you can count and they do odd shit with it.
R.F Johnson owned a yacht, the winner of most ocean races of the day including setting the TransPac record.
But nothing like this! Shooting a Tesla into space for chuckles?
Oh yeah. The yacht was named the Ticonderoga. Sometimes called Big Ti.
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