It's the first time I ever got fired by America. I was always the favored one. When I first came to Houston, my first boss, Dixie Nagle, filled up my empty apartment with hand me downs from her whole clan. Her friends unloaded a TV, ref, washer dryer, sofa bed, pots and pans, even a rocking chair. My wife Mona tried to keep her composure not to be awestruck. Later she began to get jealous because Dixie was the prettiest German Texan you ever saw.
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