At that time, there were several different tours to take. Pat and Jeff, being electricians at our paper mill, were tempted to take the "get into the guts of the technical stuff” tour but it was an all-day expedition and rather pricey. So they opted to join Himey, Amy and me on the cheap, quickie tour. A few years later, Jeff went back and took the technical tour and really liked it. Since September 11, 2001, I believe they no longer offer that outing.
While there, we had to take pictures of all of us at various points on the dam with various scenic backgrounds. Jeff and his daughter walked across the road so we could snap their picture. Pat and I hooted – they walked identically, the same lope in their stride, swing to their arms.
Himey next sent Pat and me across the road. When we got there and turned around, he was practically falling over the wall into the river he was in such hysterics.
“What is the matter with you?” I hollered over to him.
“Nothing,” he choked, trying to catch his breath.
After he had snapped the shots, he too walked to the other side.
“What was that all about?” I demanded.
“You and Pat are so funny. You mocked Amy and Jeff for walking the same, but you two sisters walk exactly the same too.”
We looked at each other. “No, we don’t.”
Jeff and Amy looked at each other. “We don’t walk the same either.”
Himey just shrugged. He realized he was outnumbered.
Jeff, Pat, Me and Himey inside the Luxor hotel
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