At the evening meal, in the dining room (at my table), a retired attorney made it very clear that I made a very foolish mistake three and one-half years ago. “They saw you coming and took advantage of you.”  He said (in essence) that I’ve been “screwed, blued, and tattooed.”  With the information I provided, he thinks I’ll be lucky to give the trailer away. Yes, he thinks I have “stupid”  tattooed on my forehead.

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POSTSCRIPT @ 8:00 PM: Considering the information I heard at the evening meal, I’m depressed and going to bed at 8:00 PM. I tried rocking in my new chair and that was no consolation. Can’t watch TV because “scheduled maintenance” and no programming.