Fiction by silly. Bobby Block continued

The Two Dollar bill had a posh interior. Fine leather chairs for the waiting room, chandeliers made out of sterling silver, and hand made red wool carpet shipped from Scotland. The interior was painted white with dark wood paneling surrounding the interior. It reeked of cigar smoke. The rich patrons loved to smoke cigars after eating a wonderful meal. There was a constant sound of the clicking of silverware. The normal restaurant sounds.

The exterior of the two dollar bill was classical southwest with red terra cotta roofing and pink stucco covering the exterior walls. It was classical southern California.

There were some famous characters in dollar city. One was Bobby Quarters. Bobby was born in a mining town in northern California during the gold rush. No one is sure exactly when he was born but, people's best guess was July 4 1849. Of course he did have two parents but, he never said much about them. He did mention that they died when he was very young in a stagecoach accident. The particulars of the accident were never known.

Bobby was poor until at the age of 66 he spent all of his life savings on five hundred acres of land that just happened to have oil. Lot and lots of oil. He could now enjoy the final years of his life in the lap of luxury.

He had all his suits tailor made, a big mansion, many fine European sports cars, he drank the best wines and hired a personal chef to prepare all his meals.

One interesting thing about bobby is that he never married. He never even had a girlfriend or someone special as he would say. He was always to much into reading books and his other hobbies. He decided early on that he would devote his life to his hobbies. He saw marriage and love as a waste of time, as things that did not matter. Bobby did his own thing, yep.

Silly is tired so silly will continue the story later. goodnight.