Upon arrival at this oasis of silliness and laughter I kissed my computer screen.
Thank you all. :-)
fredhead, I have a water-skiing story.
I was raised very “country”, for which I am grateful.
When my two younger brothers and I were young our dad took us skiing in the Trinity River.
They had their turns and I was in the water and my dad was waiting for a couple in a boat to pass before taking off.
As they passed us the man yelled, “Just thought you’d want to know that we just saw an alligator in the river back there,” motioning behind them.
My dad had to go forward in order to circle to get me out of the water.
As the boat pulled away, my two little stinker brothers found it funny to laugh and wave “Bye!” to me from the back of the boat.
Oh the times we had with the boat. We used to go camping at Cape Lookout during the good fishing season. Once Dad launched the boat filled with camping gear (for 2 families) and Mom saw water rising in it. He forgot to put the plug in.
Another time years later, 5 and a half of us, Mom, Dad, my uncle and pregnant aunt and I were again at Cape Lookout, this time clamming. I was about 14 at the time. So we are leaving with all the people and two washtubs full of clams on board. Now there was a natural channel that skirted the island that had to be taken to get to the marked channel. About halfway down dad told me to cut across the shoal, that we should be OK as long as we kept the boat up on plane. I disagreed with him and said so, but he was the Captain. And we were OK until.......
The motor hit bottom, kicked out of the water and the boat settled on the bottom. About the time we got everyone (including the clams) out of the boat and were trying to figure out how to get it back in deep enough water, the Coast Guard shows up and helps push the boat.
Dad never doubted my navigational skills again.
Welcome to the silly, pax