Of course the majority of the three weeks of the Grand Prix Tournament blended into one shift nightmare after another – probably best described as one long, square needle to the frontal lobe. We had a short meet before each shift to get our line-up set and if anything new was in the works we were informed about it then.  I don’t remember crap about anything new coming up.  Some dealers quit, new ones came in, and on it went.

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