What Is The Lonely Man Looking For?

Deep in the northern nature preserve a stream from the gulf emptied into a few rivers and the lonely man known down south as “El Solitario” wrestled with his thoughts trying to solve the problem of being out of the money.

“Our Stuie my third cousin to the left you know the one with the British accent and attends Columbia University well he lost all his money traveling through Bella Coola’s Valley,” El Solitario started the claiming process presenting the opinion he was gypped to the Pharoah God, “now Yo Tengo no dinero.”

Suddenly, thunder rattled despite no rain followed by a lightning strike then a voice bellowed, “Bella Coola has picturesque hills with whitecaps, worth the excursion.”

“Really,” El Solitario replied.

“Call Bros Hal and Dale they are winners with financial advisors all over the world,”

“What did you express my royal pharaoh in this wooded place near the rivers where the gulf stream empties into rivers?”

“Call Bros Hal and Dale,”

When El Solitario returned to his humble home he picked up the telephone before dialing a number, “Hal and Dale’s can I help you, one moment please,” Leaving the speaker on the receptionist kept talking, “what the maiden was claiming was wrong the race was only for the ladies no men.”

“Sorry about that,” the receptionist changed her course and gave the lonely man her full undivided attention, “well Sena the Duchess had the same problem and was out of the money really quick.”

“She did?” El Solitario searched for answers.

“It only took a second, a holiday fetish you know, and that Bella Coola valley has been an elusive uncaptured region steeped in beauty wanting everyone to explore,” the receptionist explained, “look we have a commission based in Latin,”

“Commisso,” El Solitario interrupted

“They will be able to get what you need but for now go to your vessel on the river put a mast on the Mizzen, you got me, then sail down the inlet and find an empty slip in the Bella Coola’s port and the dinero will be there.”

“How do you know?” El Solitario inquired.

“He is a taxi driver where else would he be but at the port!” The receptionist growled.

“One last thing,” El Solitario said before hanging up, “where is Hal and Dale?”

“Probably wrapped up with the Pharoah at the great pyramid looking for gold to excavate.”