Ruby came to work at the newspaper office when Stan hired her in 1987. She's still there. We invited Ruby and her husband, Jim, to our "special" place for breakfast today and there was plenty of catching up to do. Jim and Kathleen patiently listened as their spouses enthused over Old Times.
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| Don's research papers. |
Their last name is pronounced (not spelled) "winnings," so after a big breakfast we brought Ruby and Jim upstairs to cheer and bring some luck to our friend Don, laboring at his usual post in the Canterbury Park Race Book. It worked. As we departed after a nice long visit, a grinning Don quipped: "Thanks for coming. You've just saved me $40."
Sure enough, we had chatted right through two races that Don had intended to bet on, and he had picked losers in both.
Sometimes not losing is as good as winning.
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Footnote: "You mean you told Ruby only that we were going to a 'special' place for breakfast?" a horrified Kathleen asked. "They're going to dress up, thinking we're driving to some place nice. You should call her."
"Don't worry," Stan assured her. "Ruby has known me for a long time."
