Last Social Call

Wyatt Earp: "Sure is rough-looking country. Ain't no cow country. Mighty different where I come from. What do they call this place?"
Old Man Clanton: "Just over the rise there. Big town... called Tombstone."

I'm headin' out tonight for Arizon'. Plane lifts off around 7:50 p.m. This'll be my last purely social call, the next time I show up it'll be to pack up my bride and haul her out to California.

I still gotta study for my Russian conversation final exam and work on my final presentation for Russian 3 class. Both are on Tuesday. For my presentation I mean to show Russian movie clips to the class and discuss them in Russian and then take questions.

Yet we'll have to make time for another trip to Tombstone this weekend. Pretty soon joyrides to Tombstone won't be part of our regular routine anymore. I still haven't visited Boot Hill or the O.K. Corral.