My mainstay was working in a private hotel as a waitress, washer upper and occasionally a cook.

Once a waitress, always a waitress.

We're going to have a big dance floor, a nice, upper-scale restaurant, and private cigar rooms with stained French doors where people can smoke, dine and watch TV. That's downstairs. Upstairs we'll have a sports bar with pool tables.

The underdog often starts the fight, and occasionally the upper dog deserves to win.

We consider it the only remaining tourist-railroad hotel in the region. It seems imminent to me that the council wants to see a resolution.

He said it requires special washer. He said he'd have to take whole sink out, and he didn't have the part in his truck. I'm not real handy with that stuff, so I just took his word for it.