From the bloggers at Gypsy Journal RV.
My old man used to always say that we are all crazy in our own way, and as long as your crazy and my crazy don’t clash too much, we’ll get along just fine. My career as a small town newspaper publisher, along with some years working in law enforcement, convinced me that Dad was right. You just never know what lurks inside the people you think you know.
That being said, I’ll admit something to you. I have a fetish. No, it’s not whips and chains or any of that fun (read kinky) stuff. Sure, I appreciate a beautiful lady in a négligée as much as the next guy. But my fetish is for something else – rolltop desks. If I see a dusty old rolltop desk sitting in a corner someplace, it will turn my head as quick as a pretty girl in a skimpy bikini. I can’t explain it, it is what it is.
Maybe it’s the newspaperman in me. My first job as a kid was being a printer’s devil, cleaning up the Washington press after the weekly paper was printed. It was hot, dirty work, and I absolutely loved it.
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