In the Middle of the Night

I have a very close friend who lives in a small, and dying, city between Buffalo and Rochester, New York. He was going home from a late-night card game at a social club and stopped at the Hess gas station to buy a lottery ticket. He tells me that there were about 50 Latino Men, who didn’t speak English, buying $75 in soft drinks. They appeared to have been just dropped off there, and the ones buying the sodas had large wads of cash.

Possibly related, a few days later, his whole family came down with Covid.

He has no idea where these people walked off to, or where they might be now.

Let’s Go Brandon!

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