Back in my gambling days, I once picked seventeen games in a row.  All wrong!  Unfortunately, after the first bet, I doubled up on each successive bet, losing each one.  That is one of the reasons I got into big time trouble with the bookies because at the level I was betting, I wasn't dealing with some shady dude in a bar somewhere, I was dealing with the big boys.  And they play rough--really rough. My business year is beginning to look like that run of luck. Here is a recap of May thusfar.  I drove to Richmond and checked into our usual motel.  Peggy, who was running later than normal, called about 9:00 pm to say that she'd broken down on I64 about halfway between Charlottesville and Richmond.  I jumped in the truck to do the rescue thing.  Being mechanically challenged, I could do no better than stick her and her suitcase in the truck and call a wrecker.  We found out the next day that her timing belt was broken, she needed a new water pump and some other stuff requiring them to pull her engine.  About 5 days and $1200. From there, we did the Richmond auction, which was really slow and Amelia Raceway on Saturday where we got royally slammed.  Sold out of everything.  NOTE:  That's a good thing. Peggy was supposed to pick up her car the next week on our way back to Richmond.  When they started her car up. it blew a rod thru the engine and her car is toast.  A burial service is scheduled sometime this week. The auction was better than the week before and Friday afternoon, I had to do some shopping for Amelia hoping it would be huge as it was the week before.  On the way back to the motel, I was sitting at a red light when some dingbat rear ended me at about 40 mph.  Totalled my trailer, dumped my commercial grill in the middle of Parham Road in rush hour traffic and it broke into thirty pieces.  Somehow, we managed to cover everything for Saturday but the day was awful.  Nothing like the week before. We got back to Lynchburg in time to help my niece, Amanda, celebrate her graduation from Randolph Macon Women's College.  (For those of you in the loop, I refuse to call it Randolph College.)  Somewhere I heard something about a drunken party at the farm but my memory seems to be a bit cloudy maybe because I was drinking white liquor and the last time I did that, the next morning I woke up in Houston--married! Monday and today, Tank and I did the first two days of three in our experiment to see how Walmart sales would be mid-week.  We've done really well so far which has surprised me a bit.  Not quite what a weekend would be, but close.  NOTE:  That's another good thing. Today, I finally got things settled with the dingbat's insurance company but it will probably be a week or so until I see the check.  And I still don't know what I'm going to do about a grill for Friday and Saturday. The auction Friday should be huge as they are running not only cars, but also RVs, motorcycles and boats.  Saturday is the VDKA Race at Amelia and they are expecting at least 350 entries and as many as 5,000 people.  Peggy and I are starting with breckfast at 6:00am and with Tank and Jean's help later, will be cooking until after midnight.  Hopefully, it will be my biggest day of the year. Anybody have a gas grill I can borrow for the weekend?  I'll report on those and other disasters next time.