The Photograph

For years, there was a bounty on me, a special kind of bounty though, not the type that might come to mind when you hear the word. No, I wasn't wanted to jumping bond or anything like that. Perhaps it was more of a bet, or a reward, but bounty just seems to work better, at least in this case.

During this time in my life, I lead a rather secretive life in some regards, or at least felt it important to protect my identify from most. One of the ways I did so was to 'prohibit' photographs to be taken of me, save 'professional' photos for licenses and such. Imagine the clerk's amazement when I reached across the counter to retrieve the 'extra' photos that had been taken for my file with the state when I got my private investigator's license.

At the time, when one received their license, four photos were taken ~ one for the actual license ~ three for the file. When I asked why this was, the clerk told me, the photos were kept on file should an additional license need be issued at a later date, like if a license was lost. As I pushed the 'extra' photos into my jacket pocket, I told him, where an additional license ever needed, I would be glad to come back for a photo at the time. No way was I going to allow my photo to lie in a 'public' file for 'anyone' to view at their whim.

Whenever I was 'out' with friends and cameras would come out, I remained diligent to the direction they were pointing. Though there were numerous pictures taken of my back in those days, none of my face. So over time it become a bet amongst my friends who could get a picture with my face in it! For years, I remained diligent and 'camera shy' avoiding and continuing to 'prohibit' a picture be taken of me that showed my face.

This went on for several years, until one night a situation arose that was quite unavoidable and permitted my picture to be taken. It occurred while I was on stage, yes on stage, dancing in a ballet no less, in tights! One of the investigations I was on required me to gather information on a dance company – from the inside! Well the 'perfect' opportunity arose with the dance company's performance of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. For the production, a Prince Charming was required. And in steps me!

When a performer is on stage, one of the things you are taught is to remained 'closed' to the audience, in other words, never 'presenting' your crotch to to the audience for viewing! Being as 'shy' as I was, this was no problem for me and took no real conscious effort when it came time for our 'curtain call' after the performance!

Given I was on investigation at the time, the agency was on hand and it just so happened the photographer for 'association' newsletter was a member of the agency for which I worked. Of course, seeing him standing before the stage with the camera poised to take my picture there was nothing I could do but smile. Oh and smile I did, flashing my biggest and brightest toward him for the photo! A great photo I meant for it to be!

With my computer skills and aptitude, I helped out with the newsletter in getting it ready for press and distribution. It was during the following week while we were working 'that' issue of the newsletter, I viewed the photos taken during my performance. Fine looking photos they were no doubt, if I say so myself! But, there was one detail that went unnoticed, at least by me! So we went about laying out the newsletter and 'of course' the agency was quite proud of the investigation and all, we were all more than happy for the photo of me taking my 'bow' to appear on the front page! Working diligently we finished the newsletter and sent it off to the printer to be printed!

Now as a rule, I would have been going 'commando,' or in other words, no underwear. Given that I was in tights though, underwear just seemed 'necessary.' After all, I was the only male in the performance and surrounded my women, I did not want the absence of underwear to be obvious for any reason.

So the day comes and we pick up the newsletter, consisting of several 100 copies, with distribution to several locations, some of them across the country! As we sat in the office reviewing our handiwork with the newsletter before sending it out. 'Everyone' admiring the picture of me on the front page! Ah and what a lovely picture it was! With a 'big' white spot in the 'middle' of my tights! While being intent and sure I had underwear on beneath the tights, I gave no thought to the color of them! Well white does 'shine' through black tights! There on the front page of the 'national' newsletter was me with a shining smile, and a bright white spot – right in my crotch, making it next to impossible to not notice, after all there was a 'big' white patch to 'zero' in on!

Since that time, I have not bought white underwear for myself again!

Toasted Almonds, Bats and Elephants

When we stayed in Africa, while on the 'safari' we stayed a Hilton, nice yes, but it was unique because of the location. While you might imagine it was near or in a big city, it actually was in the 'middle of nowhere!' Out of all the Hiltons and Hyatts and almost every other hotel and motel imaginable, I have never had orientation when I checked in. That was not the case here! After we checked in at the desk, the group of us were assembled and warned about going outside after dark.

Now, this was without a doubt, one of the most unique Hiltons, I had ever seen or stayed in. It was only 2 stories, and square shaped, with 'everything' inside the square. Everything that is except the garbage receptacles. It is for this reason, we were told to stay 'in' the square at night. The reason the 'wild' animals came up at night to 'check out' the garbage receptacle. To be outside the square made one 'subject' to being dinner for a wild animal!

After our orientation, we were escorted to our rooms. Now the rooms held another unexpected surprise! When we entered the room, a net was found to be suspended over the beds. Of course in my innocence and inexperience, I asked about the need for the 'mosquito nets' at night. Promptly the bell help corrected and enlightened me that the nets were not mosquito nets and they were not there for convenience! More so, they were snake nets and 'required.' Another interesting thing about this hotel – there was no air conditioning! Therefore the sliding doors were apt to be open and snakes apt to crawl into the rooms and beds! Point taken and I did sleep with the net securely fastened about the bed – as I am most certain 'everyone' else did that night!

With check-in and orientation over, it was time for a little relaxation and exploring before dinner. After getting cleaned up and'squared away' my friend and roommate for the night, Bryan and I, went downstairs and outside the square while it was still light. It was close to sunset, and while outside got to view what must have been the most beautiful sunset, I could ever imagine! Almost the entire sky was orange and surrounding an even darker orange orb which was the sun! The vast expanse of the savannah and the desert lent dust to the air which filtered the sunlight, giving it the orange cast we observed! Trul unique, as well as magnificent!

After a short time, we all met up in the dining room for dinner, where we had an awesome dinner and some socializing. After dinner, there were not any clubs or bars nearby, so were limited to the hotel bar and lobby for our entertainment. It was here on this night I became familiar with Toasted Almond cocktails! The delightful combination of coffee and almond liqueurs make this creamy concoction a great indulgence. They are awesome, to say the least! So that evening, myself and a few other shipmates sat in the lobby enjoying the 'new' fond concoction and conversation!

While sitting, enjoying the evening, someone looked up into the 'tower' which loomed over our heads in the lobby. Upon closer observation we noticed it was 'full' of seemingly 1000's of bats! An inquiry with the hotel staff, to confirm what we thought we saw, which was indeed what we thought. The tower was open to the outside allowing the bats access to the interior where they roosted during the day, and made their way out for the foraging and hunting at night! Truly a unique and interesting experience – a night of Toasted Almonds, bats in the lobby of the Hilton in the 'middle of nowhere!'

The Riot

Sometimes a 'vacation' is full of events and activities, but only a few standout and are memorable. Such would be the case in I visited Sicily. Sadly, much of my interest and focus in these days of my youth and worldly travels as always about the party. Though I regret now not seeing more of the country and all that it held, much of my time in Sicily was spent 'in town' and on the bases. Yes there were two bases in Sicily, an operations base and an administrative base.

There are not a lot of memories of my time in Sicily, just a lot of drinking and partying. One evening, I ended up touring the streets of Sigonella, in search of one party place to another. It was in Sigonella, that I saw my first transvestites, at least that I was aware of. Many of the streets there brick lane, winding among shops and apartments. The fleet was in town and the girls and gurls were out in 'force.' The party scene wasn't the same as it was is in many locations so after one night of 'touring,' our focus centered on the EM [enlisted mens] club.

The EM Club was located on the Administrative base and we were on the Operations side, so a bus ride was required from one base to the next. No worries, it was a military shuttle, so we just hopped on board and made our way to the EM Club for the evening. At the time, the EM Club, though not necessarily the desire location was good for cheap drinks which lent itself to the purpose ~ copious amounts of alcohol. Another 'plus' begin amid other military persons, you were 'pretty safe.' Now one unique thing about the Sigonella bases at the time, the consisted not only of shore sailors [Sea Bees – slang for CB or Construction Battalion], but also marines, and at this time at least fleet sailors.

Believe it or not, and with all due respect to all members of the military, there is a big rivalry between fleet sailors and shore sailors and marines. And whether people like to admit it or not, the Marine Corp is a Division of the Navy – there is no Department of the Marine Corps, and the Corp 'sits' below and with the Department of the Navy. Hence the saying a marine is often times only a 'seagoing bellhop.' Again, no disrespect meant at all, I have a great respect and love for all military members, even the Air Force.

So we 'piled' onboard the bus, fleet sailors, shore sailors [Cbs] and marines during which the love was felt among the mix. Swapping tales and making comparisons on the way, all of us thirsty and with the final destination and what it mean in mind. Memories of the EM after arrived are lost, other than the memory of vast quantities of alcohol and BS, and that we did see the inside of the club until closing time.

It was on the bus ride back to the Ops base that things got interesting. All of us, tanked and feeling our 'oats,' the atmosphere changed from the ride over and the BS and rivalry began and rose. My shipmate and I were sitting in the front seat of the bus near the door and he and I were probably two of the loudest, slinging 'insults' and stabs the whole way back! When we reached the Ops base, the bus began making stops letting people off the bus.

The first stop was the marine barracks. All of us riled and slinging our slights and jabs for 30 or 45 minutes had only fueled the emotions, which was fueled by the copious amounts of alcohol. As the marines lined up and filed to the door to depart, the 'dings and BS' reached an all time high and the last marine off the bus, turned the verbal assault physical! With moi' being closest, I took a slap which grazed my eye. The marine's finger nail raking across my eyeball. Along with the alcohol and emotions all ready high, the physical 'assault' only fueled me on and made a retaliatory return mandatory. After all, I had to 'uphold' the honor of fleet sailors. As I was sitting down, the logical thing to do was kick and I did, landing square in the marines crotch! This fired the marine up who was ready for more! The bus driver, a foreign national was pushing the marine out the door as he screamed for him to get off the bus. The marine gets off the bus, the driver closes the door and proceeds to his next stop. End of story right? LOL Actually just the beginning!

When we reached the final stop, the gymnasium where we were staying, my shipmate and I being in the front row, were the first to exit the bus. Laughing and joking, we ended up in the arms of shore patrol! Taken by surprise, we boisterously asked 'what the hell?' The funny thing, the Shore Patrol was accompanied by an officer – not unheard of in all occasions, but that was most often seen in the streets, not on base. Well after we all 'calmed down,' we were told we were no under arrest, more so they were they for our protection and pointed out the battalion of marines marching toward us! Seems the marine who last exited the bus had 'riled up the troops' and they were coming to finish what was started!

So my shipmate and I were 'encouraged' to grab our things from the gym and accompany them. Seems we were to be put up in 'five star' accommodations for the night. Actually, more than just five star, it was an empty EM apartment. So we 'gladly' accompanied' them to avoid the coming tide. So we 'checked in' with explicit instructions we were not to leave quarters without an escort, where we were to remain until transportation back to the ship was arranged. Oh yeah, we were in Sigonella, because we had missed ship's movement previously, another story for another time.

So everything looked to be cool and that we would only be 'locked up' for one night, the helicopter was scheduled to deliver us to the ship the next morning. Next morning 0500, the phone is ringing and I awake and answer the phone to talk to the OOD [Officer of the Deck – or duty officer], the helo developed mechanical issues and our flight out was OOC [out of commission], we would not be going anywhere, for another day or two. Before we hung up, he reminded us of the 'deal' and that we were not to leave the room without and escort, call SP when we were ready for chow [breakfast].

Awake now, might as well stay up and face the day of 'confinement.' A short time later we called for our escort to the chow hall. Wow! What an experience breakfast was, nothing like on the ship! It was basically request to order 'whatever' you wanted! Definitely a change I could get used to! So after a 'nice' breakfast, we were escorted back to our quarters to wait out the rest of the day. During which time, we did get a call to inform us we would be leaving the next morning, but not to go to our ship but a tender that was going to rendezvous with our ship in a day or two for refueling.

As the day wore on, the taste of a beer lingered and the 'need' for alcohol grew in my shipmate and me. On the Ops base there was a gedunk [a snack bar or canteen on a naval ship or naval base]. So I placed a call to the OOD [Officer of the Day] explained our situation and our thirst and need for a beer to quench our thirst. After a little convincing, he acquiesced to allow us to visit the gedunk [which also has a bar] for a couple of hours, with an escort. Well worth it for the end result.

A short time later there is a knock at the door and upon answering it, we are not surprised to see Short Patrol standing there, ready to escort us to the gedunk. A short while later we are walking through the doors. Low and behold what is the first thing I see upon opening the door? Well apparently he saw me at the same moment, as I saw this 'blur' headed towards me! While a night of sleep had pretty much all but erased the memory of the previous night from most people's mind ~ or at least the need to release frustration.

This obviously was not the deal with the marine I had kicked the night before! The quick reactions of one of the Shore Patrol saved me from being hit, by a 'freight train!,' as he pulled me out of the path! Letting go of my arm the two SP's formed a 'shield' between me and the marine and with a few words of 'advice' were able to get him to 'cool his engines.' That done, SP turned to my shipmate and I, pointing to the door to indicate it was time for us to depart. Out the door we went, voicing our thoughts, feelings and disgust at not being able to quench our thirst, we headed back to the room.

Reporting to the flight deck the next morning at 0500, we were soon loaded aboard the helicopter to ferry us to our next stop on the 'road' to catch up with our ship! Thirsty and no alcohol in sight for several days!

Happy New Year 2012

As we enter 2012 – Happy New Year to you! May you know many blessings, much abundance and many smiles and joyful memories.

We all have a responsibility to seek and find the balance in our lives. But to

seek and find such balance comes with a price – responsibility, not only

responsibility but, also personal responsibility. As we move into a new year,

there is rumor once again that we will realize the end of the year again.

Truly, I believe that it will not be end of the earth, of life as we know it,

but do firmly believe we will take steps closer to it.

There are continuing threats against Mother Earth and humanity and it seems

largely that were turn the other cheek, have a blind eye and a deaf ear to it

all. Choosing to ignore it, unless it in someway effects us directly. Surely,

the Creator must have a sense of humor, for despite all the warnings and

warning signs, we continue to pretty much live our lives as we 'always' have.

The Creator will not have to bring about the destruction of Earth, merely one

only need sit back and let mankind continue to destroy it.

Many of the resources of the earth, the essential things are constantly

assaulted, abused and turned to poison – the air, the water, the food supply.

Yet we all for the most part sit back foolishly and let it continue to be so –

all in the name of progress. We allow the things which will be our demise for

our 'survival,' at least in the 'moment.'

More than one warning came to light in this previous year, 2011, yet there is

no outcry to change things. In 2011, the people of the earth saw a number of

disastrous events, all which move us 'steps' closer, closer to our demise.

Though many went without heed, many more went on with no notice to most at all.

Mankind continued the assault against our “Mother,” against humanity – all a

step closer to our demise.

In 2011, we realized continued assault against our water and food supply in the

way of the Deep Horizon oil spill, the effects which continue as do the

continued steps that will continue to perpetuate the effects. The plastic

island, created by 'our' continued use, misuse and dependence on plastic. The

effects of both these things continue to change our oceans – our water supply,

our food supply – our way of life and survival on this 'big blue marble' we

call home.

In this past year, the use of the fracking mining technique continued to grow

and despite the 'cries' of the danger, it was allowed to continue to grow in

popularity. Now, the EPA admits the danger and hazard of the practice, yet it

still goes on. This despite the poisoning of our water supply, with the

potential of harm to our 'Mother's skin.'

The assault on our water supply and health is further perpetuated through the

introduction of fluoride in our water supply. This despite all the warnings of

health issues to be realized through such 'treatment.'

The assault on our food supply continues despite the many warnings. Earlier

this year, the government released a report telling of the danger of chicken

because of mankind and the introduction of arsenic into chicken feed. We are

what we eat. Would the animals we eat be any different?

In 2011, mankind witnessed and continues to experience the worst man-made

nuclear disaster ever, in Japan. Though largely downplayed to the people in

the effects and dangers of it, the radiation in the U.S. Milk supply is 2000

times the level 'permitted.' At least two countries have taken steps to

'remove' their dependence and use of nuclear energy. All the same, there is

the danger of all the 'spent' nuclear fuel and what to do with it. The answer

is largely these days to 'bury' the waste. What an archaeological find the

like that will potentially make! Though deemed to be 'safe,' the 'immediate'

effect and affect, we have no way of knowing.

The assault on our food supply continues to proliferate and escalate in the

danger it poses. The dangers of GMO crops and other food continues to be a

major concern. Despite the implied and confirmed dangers of it – and the

assaults against mankind, both in the ability to survive and know good health.

The causes and effects which I could write copious pages alone. The 'feared'

and much talked about Agent Orange, considered to be a WMD [weapon of mass

destruction] is currently being petitioned by large corporations to allow the

use of 2,4D one of the major components in Agent Orange seeking permission to

use this agent on our food crops.

The continued growth and spread of acceptance of the 'goods' put on the market

by the drug companies is merely one more assault which mankind 'gladly'

accepts. Believing seemingly blindly the claims 'it will make us better.'

There are countless examples. One of most prevalent and widespread, vaccines.

Despite warnings of health concerns the HPV vaccine has been widely accepted

despite the health warnings of many against it. The 'recent' H1N1 'scare' and

the 'need' for the vaccine to 'prevent it.' This even though only 1.5 in 100

people realize any benefits from the vaccine. All of this, there is still a

'big push' to vaccinate as many people as possible. A number of the retail

chains offering sales incentives to their staff for the 'shots' sold to

customers. The utilization and dependence of vaccines continues to grow,

despite one of the major scientist admitting the potential and harm of vaccines

in causing cancer.

The assaults continue in many ways, against 'Mother Earth' and humanity. One

of the greatest, through the 'wonderful Internet' and computers. The use of

these 'tools' have been turned into a weapon against 'us.' Yet again, we have

accepted convenience and instant gratification without understanding or

considering the implications, the long term effect.

As we progress into the new year, I wish you a happy year with many blessings

and much abundance. Just remember blessings occur often and in many different

ways. Also that abundance does not necessarily mean the weight of the coin in

your pocket. Our responsibility should not be selfish and self servicing, but

should be to one another. Do not accept things blindly, for as nice as it

would be to believe 'the other guy' as our best interest in mind, far too

often, it only 'his own' of which he is concerned. Remember the Golden Rule –

consider the actions you are about to take and how they effect others, not just

yourself. Don't be selfish and do be responsible.

We should not forget or lose sight of the assaults against humanity and our rights. Evidenced from the numerous riots [protests] occurring around the world in response to the continued assaults. The economic conditions point to the 'intent of the ruling class' contributing to and lending to the decline of the 'common man.' Do not forget now, and I pray you will not know the affects of the NDAA, which went into effect as law on the first day of this new year. It is without a doubt, one 'document' nearly as powerful as our Constitution and Bill of Rights, although in complete assault of 'all' things we know. With the signing of the NDAA, which not only goes against federal law, but also international law, all the things we know and hold dear to, are now for naught, brought on with mere 'swipe' of a pen.

As always, my prayers and wishes are with you, now and always. In this letter, I am enclosing a copy of my 2012 New Year letter to share with you. If for nothing else to give you a view of one of the traditions I 'follow.' Traditions and 'signs' are something that I take somewhat significantly. Such things, to me at least are important often times. So let me know what you think of the letter! As always, with all things, your comments and input are sought after and greatly appreciated!

As Mickey's hand slide to indicate the 3:00 a.m., hour, I will now bid you my leave, for the time and close this missive, but never my heart! Looking forward to and hoping to hear from you soon, as always! Be well, take care and keep smiling! Know that my thoughts and prayers are with you now, and often!

Warm regards, thoughts, wishes and prayers,

Kevin

The White Dove

Although it probably has little significance to anyone other than my mother and me, previously, I wrote about the white dove, in an earlier blog entry Sunday afternoon and the white dove, this is the continuance of that tale.

During the course of my mother's treatment, there came a time when she had to be admitted to the hospital overnight, a routine stay, for tests and such, to determine the efficacy of the treatment she had received thus far.  Though it was not something she or I relished, her stay in the hospital afforded me the opportunity for a 'night off' and some time to stop by the office to 'catch up' on somethings there.

Not wanting to leave my mother along, but knowing I needed to, at the same time I wanted to give her some reassurance that though I was not there physically, I was still with her.  As she got checked in and settled into the room, I excused myself to 'tour' the hospital, possibly seeing something I never had before in all my visits there.  

As she got settled in for the night, I wondered the halls of the hospital, seeing what I might see.  While on my venture through the halls, I came upon the gift shop and decided to wander in and see what trinkets I might find.  Something I had 'always' done was deliver gifts or trinkets to my mother and grandmother, for no reason - often times merely flowers, 'out of the blue' as a sign to let them know I cared for and appreciated them.  Usually in the way of flowers and cards, my mother and I did have one tradition.  Every year for her birthday, I would show up to her house, not with a cake but a cupcake, her preference.  That has begun when one year, I stopped by the bakery to get a cake and there none available that were suitable, so I opted instead for cupcakes.  The beginning of what became a tradition.  I deviate though, allow me to return to the main purpose of this blog entry.

Venturing into the gift shop, my eyes were met a huge 'beanie baby' display.  'Beanie babies' being a 'rage' at the time, I wondered to the display to take a closer look.  While browsing through the selection, I happened upon a 'beanie baby' in the image of a white dove.  Symbolizing to me more than what most people would associate with it, it also represent  peace, healing, and release from her current situation.  It seemed the 'perfect' gift to me for the occasion.  Upon returning to my mother's room and presenting the gift, she expressed her gratification and let me know it would 'always' be on the bedside table beside her. 

 Promptly, she placed it on the bedside stand taking care to ensure it faced the 'right way' so she could see it and it could 'see' her.  When she packed to go home from the hospital, the dove was not placed in her bag, but instead carried by her.  When she got home, she made a 'bee line' to the bedroom to place the dove on her bedside stand to ensure the dove as near and visible to her, and anyone else coming into the room.

Hey that's not me

Hey that's not me!

With a common name like mine, I am constantly being mistaken for someone else.  Although a nuisance it is also laughable.  Often times costly though!  It is funny to go to the doctor and learn about all the diseases the other guy had before they learn they have the wrong chart!  Or to go the pharmacy and be mistaken,  man they are not prescribing me the right medication sometimes, I want some of what he is getting!

There is the time I was almost arrested for being a 'cop killer,' fortunately I was the 'wrong' color!  Everything else fit closely enough, we even had the same birthday!   Then when I was getting my license renewed down in Texas, and just as I walking out the door, I heard someone call, "Mr. Johnson, I need to see you."  It was a state trooper and he wanted to take me to the back.  Oh brother what did I forget?  The trooper was very polite and kind as I stood against the wall for height measurement, telling me all the time it was what he thought was a mistaken identity.  After getting measured for height, I was invited to sit in the metal chair (with handcuffs on it!) while they checked a couple more things! 

Fortunately, I had the wrong color hair, the wrong height and way too many tattoos from the guy being sought for outstanding warrants!  The trooper apologized and let me go on my way!  What a heart stopper!

Collection companies have 'tracked' me down in a bid to collect money!  When finally I did talk to them, we both learned it was the wrong guy they spent all the time and money on to track down.  I had never lived or went to school in Wisconsin!

Of course all the instances can't end in happy endings!  The last time was also the most dramatic one!

Last year, I found a contract position that I was most interested in and seemed a perfect fit!  Apparently the company did as well since I ended up there for their application process  Everything was looking good and as I sat through a training class for indoctrination 'they' came to get me. Taking me out of the class, they proceeded to tell me, I had failed the background (criminal) investigation.  Thinking to myself, "No Way."  This was the part of the process I dreaded the least.

Of course I wanted to speak someone and find out what the hell was up.  The Personnel Manager was nice and told me, I would be receiving a letter but not much more.  So I returned home and awaited the letter which came a couple of days later.  I had to laugh as I read the letter and the accompanying report.  As I read the report, I had to think a 'thank you' to the Mr. Johnson's that had been screwing up my life for years!  Still I wasn't mad at them, they just happened to have the same name and other stats.  One had the same birthday and the other had an SSN (Social Security Number) that was one digit off from mine.

Oh I was pissed off though, more so at the company and whoever 'reviewed' the report.  How the hell could they miss out that the persons named on the report looked nothing like me!  One was black and the other blond haired and blue eyed!  I was livid!  How the hell could the company miss such important details, especially after they came courting me for the position!

Of course, I went through all the red tape and procedure 'required' to remove the errant entries on my criminal background but it did nothing to help me regain the lost income, nor did it do anything to correct other errant information with other reporting agencies.  Come on why the hell do I have a 'unique' SS Number?  Isn't this supposed to 'protect' me from such bs? 

The Wager

After my vacation and returning aboard ship, I was ready to assume my new position and start life back up!  Things were busy as things 'ramped up.'  The days were filled with the creation of policies and procedure, 'choosing' the staff, setting schedules, both for the students and the 'instructors.'  As I grew 'shorter' my life became busier and filled my days and nights!  Life was good! 

The vacation and the trip home quickly became a memory as time was filled with 'new' responsibilities and demands.  Along with all the 'worries' that came with the job, I also had the added 'pressure' of my upcoming date of [permanent] departure, sure I was getting out and returning to civilian life.  All the while the reasons why I should extend continued, but I remained resolved that I was 'getting out.' 

There was although one other 'concern' that plagued me ~ between me and 'freedom' there was another 'trip' to sea looming on the horizon for me.  Right after the stay in the shipyard for 'refurb' came the period of workups.  Having been through workups before, it was not something I was looking forward to, or wanted to be a part of!  Another 'trip' to see and the workups just did not 'fit' into my plans nor desires, some way I had to get out of it.  Getting out early wasn't an option so it seemed the 'trip' was my destiny and in my future.

Not one to be quiet though, and fortunately having some friends that even though they were senior officers, I could talk to them openly and honestly.  So I made my 'concerns' known to them.  A good thing too!  So one officer, Lt. Breland, indicated that there was the potential for me to catch a temporary assignment 'shore side' and thus avoid the trip to sea and work ups. To say the least, I was 'all in' and began investigating ways to make this potential a reality!

Now Lt. Breland was one of my 'biggest fans,' but he was also the main person 'behind' the plan to get me to extend on board for a year and be the system administrator.  After all, it was his 'project' for the time and he was ultimately responsible for the success of the new system  The fact he was willing to impart this information to me was in some ways surprising, but the fact he did caused me to admire him more for it.  As much as he wanted me to stay, he also became one of the person's the most behind me to see my realize my dreams and goals of not going to sea again.

 The final decision maker though was my boss, Commander Loy, also fortunately a good friend.  Though there were specific regulations regarding fraternization between enlisted and commissioned officers, these were essentially ignored and were careful to not 'step over any lines' for it to become an issue!  After several months and working closely together, Commander Loy and myself, had become pretty close friends, even going out drinking a time or two.  So I wasn't 'too worried' about him accepting and approving the temporary assignment ashore, there was always the possibility!


The Indoctrination Division is a part of the Executive Department, which I had been assigned to for my entire time on board ship, almost four years.  As the Department Head, Commander Loy was my 'big boss.'  On the schedule while the ship was in the shipyard for rehab was the refurbishing of the Executive Department berthing and head.  So being an administrative department and the fact that many people were otherwise distracted - vacations, schooling and such, there were not a great many people to oversee and supervise the project.  Seeing my chance, I 'jumped' on it, but not without a wager!  


The wager being, I would oversee and manage the refurbishing of the spaces, in exchange for the completion of the job, as required, I would get orders for temporary orders ashore [to Houston] thus avoiding 'workups' and another trip to sea!  Even though the stringent requirements were made known to me, I still made the wager and it was accepted.  It was, to say the least the source of a joke during the course of the project and my remainder of time aboard ship.  Determined not to 'miss out' on this deal, I did all I could and all that was necessary to complete the job and collect on my wager.  Almost daily, Commander Loy, was 'by' to check with me on the status of the project.   Almost always with good natured goading of the 'impossibility' of completion of the task, and my loss of the wager.  The loss of the wage would mean my staying aboard ship for another trip to sea and the 'enjoyment' of work ups!  Determined not to lose the wager, I 'pulled' every trick and favor owed to me to ensure its 'success.'


It all did not occur without some stress and worry though!  The biggest actually coming the night before my target date to ensure the wager was done!  On this night, one task remained to be completed - having the head painted and labeled according to policy.  The whole day, I had been 'sweating' how I was going to accomplish this. In the end, I did though and all for the price of a case of beer!


Realizing things were at the 11th hour and 'failure' loomed before me, I 'stressed' in trying to come up with a solution to the problem.  A trip to the compartments with Commander Loy that day did not do much for my spirits as I was assured I was apt to 'fail' and lose the wager!  Not to be dissuaded, I thought until I came up with what I hoped would be the solution!  What I needed was someone with an air sprayer and in the Navy, that equated to a Boatswain mate!


The 'I' Division staff was comprised of essentially one person from each department on the ship, so I 'had' a boatswain mate - on 'my' staff!  Problem was, it was his night off and he was all ready home and doing no telling what at 9 o'clock at night.  If nothing else, maybe he could 'hook me up with another boatswain's mate who was on board ship that night.  So I called and 'pleaded' my case and my need for him to come in and see to this final step of the task for me.  After several moments of hearing my 'pleas,' he consented to see that it was done in the time needed, but for a price!  Well of course naturally, I did not expect if for free!  So as I fretted on the price this was going to cost me, we bartered back and forth for a few.  In the end, agreeing on a case of beer!  To say the least, I was shocked, I was figuring, and willing to pay at least $100 to see it done!  A case of beer?  Gladly, no problem, a done deal!


Though sweating it, I 'gave in' to the words and assurance of Petty Officer Reavis, that would be done as needed, and called it a night and went to my slumber.  Upon awakening the next morning though, like a kid on Christmas morning, I flew from my rack and went to see - fully expecting to find the job 'undone.'  You might imagine my surprise and joy when I entered to see the most wonderful 'Christmas gift' I have ever received!  A fresh coat of paint complete with all the required labeling on the fixtures and pipes!  Now, as then, I am not sure which gleamed brighter, the new coat of paint or my smile!


With one final walk through to inspect everything, I made my way to the shower and to start the day.  Today which was to begin with a visit at 0800 sharp to Commander Loy's office.  His words to me as I stood in his officer were 'is it done?'  With pride, and to his seeming amazement, I stated it was and that I would be awaiting his inspection.  He indicated that he would be to the space shortly and I departed his office to make my way there and stand by for his inspection.


Awaiting his arrival, I made my way through the space one more time for my final inspection, looking for anything that might be pointed out to me and cause me to 'fail' the inspection.  There was none that I could find.  


When Commander Loy entered the space, with all formality and respect 'expected' of a senior officer, I snapped to attention and stated that I was standing by for his inspection!  After acknowledging my presence and statement, I began escorting him through the space pointing out the things that needed to be there!  Though the mood was 'playful' with joking of my 'imminent' failure, I awaited him to point out any one thing which would indicate 'failure' I still maintained all the formality the situation dictated, trying to appear confident and assured all things would 'pass' his inspection.  We finished the inspection and the 'moment' never came!  The space passed!  And I won the wager!  As he turned to go, he told me of when to be in his office to pickup my orders for the temporary duty that guaranteed I would not be going to sea again, or enduring workups!


Still with a couple of days before my departure, I moved through the task of 'shutting down' 'I' Division, and collecting and packing my things in anticipation of my departure to go ashore, a little shorter, I would be completing my time as a shore sailor!

Playing Rip Van Winkle

 With the intent of 'selling' it when I got out of the Navy, I had been saving up my accrued leave (vacation) so I had a 'little' bit saved up, over 30 days.  So with my recent 'appointment' as Indoctrination Officer, and have a little time before I had to assume that position and start the task of 'receiving' new reports, I decided to take a vacation!  So I put in for 'time off,' 30 days worth of it, I thought for sure that  would be 'enough' time to head back home to Houston, and have a taste of 'life.'  


It wasn't that memorable of a vacation, after all, I was just going home, there were no memorable events or 'snapshot' moments worth capturing for a lifetime of memories.  The entire experience was though noteworthy and in some ways very memorable.  To say the least, it 'wore' me out!  


Having been gone from home, all the people and all the 'things' of home, my time was to say the least 'full.'  Being a sailor, life 'was all about' the party, which is pretty much the way it had been in the days and years before I went into the Navy.  So it was easy to 'go back' and pickup where I had left off essentially. Though I had been gone for a couple of years, it was not enough time so that anyone had really 'grown up.'  That coupled with the fact I was back, the trip home became one big party.  Then, as now, the biggest socializing habit seemed to revolve around alcohol.  And it was no different with me being home.


Every night there was somewhere to go, someone to see - reason for the party to continue!  My drink of 'choice' in that day was Jack Daniels on the rocks with a beer back, with a couple of shocks of tequila mixed in!  With a seemingly cast iron stomach and liver, a 'liquid diet' was often time the norm for me.  Along with all the socializing and partying came a lot of late hours and miles.


Although I had four weeks of leave schedule, at the end of three weeks, I was ready to call it 'done' and made plans to go 'home' back to the ship and a sedate and dry life!  After three weeks of 'living' the life I had left and missed, I was ready to be back to the live I had come to know, so I packed my bags and got on the 'silver bird' and made my way back to the ship and reported back on board, three weeks to the day since I had left and still with one week to 'burn.'  That week turned out to be a blessing!


Before I had left on leave, after accepting the I-Doc assignment, I had received 'ownership of all the divisional spaces.  Most notably at the moment, the small berthing space that would be that of the "I" Division staff.  As it was a Sunday and late when I got back on board, checking in could wait until the next morning, so I made my way to the new berthing compartment that was to be my 'room' for the next few months.  Since I had not 'chosen' my staff yet, the compartment was empty and I had it to myself!  As soon as I got into the compartment, I 'jacked' down the thermostat on the A/C as low as it could go!  Now thermostats on the ship aren't like 'normal' thermostats.  So when I turned it down to 50, 50 is what the temperature got down to - at least it was a good test of the A/C in the room!  And it passed.  


With the door locked, the A/C 'jacked' down, I made my way to the 'rack' [bed] and after undressing climbed in, closed the curtain and turned out the light!  Trust me, lights out there produce dark unlike anything most people ever experience until the lights 'go out' permanently!  The kind of dark, where you can put your hand in front of your face and not even know it is there until you touch your nose!


Being 'set' and ready for a nice slumber, it was a matter of moments and I was out!  'Dead to the world.'  And I slept.  And slept. and slept.  When I finally woke up, I made my way out of the compartment and stumbled to the head [toilet],  It was 'quiet' on in the passageway and I did not 'run' into anyone for awhile.  This seemed normal to me, after all I had came on board on Sunday night, the ship was in the yard so a lot of people would be on vacation and away for other things, life on board would not be normal at the time, there would not be a lot of people or a lot noise.


While I stood at the sink shaving or whatever it was that found me there - a shipmate walked in and I inquired as the time of day.  When he told me it was around 2100 on Sunday night, I exclaimed that it could not be!  It was about the same time on the same day of the week that I cam back on board ship - I know that I had to have been asleep longer than just a few minutes!  So I had to 'press' him and inquire as to the date.  When he told me the date all I could do was shake my head in amazement!  It had been a solid week that I had been asleep!


So after I finished my shower, I headed back to the compartment and wondered what to do.  After all it was Sunday night, most everyone was gone and there wasn't a whole lot to do, so what did I do?  I climbed back in my rack, this time setting my alarm to get up the next morning and went to sleep!

Indoctrination Divison

Without a doubt, my tour in the Navy was an experience, some good and some bad.  Though I would be remiss in admitting I 'hated' the first six weeks - boot camp - without a doubt and more than once found myself thinking of ways to get out!  Another story, for another time.

For the most part, Navy life agreed with me and I adapted to it pretty well in most regards.  Through my adaption and acceptance, I fared and advanced pretty well.  It wasn't without notice and reward by others either.  In as short as time as possible, I had advance to E5, 2nd Class Petty Officer and was in line for the 'next step' when I left.  Along with the advancement an an enlisted man, I also had recommendations for becoming a warrant officer and a commissioned officer.  To say the least, my Navy 'career' had proved to be good in many ways!

The 'biggest' and most prestigious accomplishment of my 'career' had to be my appointment as the Indoctrination Division Office [I Doc].   This position was normally assigned to a junior commissioned offer, but I had been recommended and given the position. It turned out to be not only a privilege, but in many ways and indoctrination of my own in a whole 'new' world!  I Div was the place 'everyone' reported when first reporting aboard the ship and being in the shipyards meant a bevy of new reports, some 'old hands' and some still wet behind the ears!  

There are probably a 'million' stories I can tell about experiences encountered during my time as I Doc Officer, the important thin, for now is for you to know that I was, as it sets the 'stage' for some other relevant events that occurred before I 'left' the Navy. Now my appointment to I-Div officer, came about the time that I 'seriously' considering my fate and whether to 'stay or go.'  While it was a warranted assignment and one which I was and proved to be more than capable, it was also meant to be an 'enticement' to assist me in deciding whether to 'stay or go.

Probably more than providing me with the opportunity to hone and add to my organizational skills, it gave me a door to understanding and dealing with people on a level and in a way that I never had before!  Though previously I had supervised, I had never managed others and now had the opportunity to do so! 

The first 'order of business' was to 'hire' or identify my staff which would be comprised of six 'junior' [E4 - 3rd class petty officers].  An interesting and challenging task, to say the least, to find six sailors with different backgrounds and interests, to compliment my own personality and methods.  

Before we 'all' reported to our new assignments if was first time for me to take 'vacation' [leave] and 'get ready' for it all.  Before I departed on leave, compartments [rooms] were assigned to me for use in the I-div assignment - office space, staff berthing, 'student' berthing and heads [bathrooms].  With space assigned, as well as expectations and duties assigned, it was time for me to depart for my 'vacation.' and to return and play Rip Van Winkle, before assuming the assignments of I Div Officer....

Getting Shorter

As I approached my EOS [End of Service] date during my time in the Navy, the anticipation of getting out grew within me with each passing day!  My experience and time in the Navy had been an experienced filled time and as I approached my EOS, the need for a decision to 'stay or go' was paramount and grew with each day as well.  While the prospect of getting out and returning to civilian life was exciting and inviting, it was at the same time scary in many regards.  'Navy life' has been good to me and the possibilities were endless, or so it seemed. At the same time to continue to live and succumb to the regiment of military life was daunting and in some ways unappealing!

As I counted the days and approached my 'double digits' to the end of the 'tour' the decision of what to do, reenlist or become a civilian 'tore' at me.  The decision was not made any easier with the prospect of what awaited me at home.  Even with all that, the prospects of leaving the Navy, returning to the civilian world and all the questions it presented loomed heavy on my mind.  The decision was not made any easier by the fact that my 'seniors' wished for me to stay and offered many reasons and incentives why I should reenlist.

While my mind was filled with all the prospects, made perhaps even more difficult by the fact it was 'down time' and the ship was between cruises in the shipyard.  At the time, a number of my friends, peers, shipmates had been shipped off for class on a 'new' system - a Wordstar word processing system.  While they were attending school for the new system, I was left behind to 'tend to the ship,' all the thoughts and decisions playing in my mind, and a new Wordstar system!  

It was no secret, I have the propensity and desire to learn all I can, though I am much more astute at learning 'hands on.'  Give me a manual and the 'object' and I can soak it up and most likely learn it 'inside out.'  The new Wordstar system was no different and I became intimate in my knowledge and operation of it!  Actually, when the others returned from class, my knowledge and abilities of the system surpassed their own in many ways.  

This did not go unnoticed by my seniors and soon I was putting together and holding 'advanced' training classes for those 'educated' in the operation of the system.  At the same time, there were discussions about me extending on board the ship for a year.  The purpose of my extension would be to administer the new system, which was to be networked to allow communications between all offices having the system installed.  Along with the extension, should I decide to do so, came numerous perks to entice me in reaching the decision to extend on board and administer the new systems.  

As enticing as it all was, the decision was not any easier and especially from because of the 'pressures' from those at home to 'get back' and return to the mix!  As the day loomed closer for me to make a decision, I decided to abstain and not extend on board to assure the position of system administrator.  Of course my decision was 'applauded' by many of those back home, many of those on board the ship were in disagreement with my decision to 'leave' the Navy and the 'sweet' deal that had been presented to me!

My days were not over yet, and the 'pressure' to change my mind, both about extending on board, or at least 're-upping' in the Navy continued...  With my decision made, or so I thought, I 'eased' into life as a 'short timer' counting my days to depart!

But then came the wager....

Four Roses Whiskey

After who knows how many days at sea, it was the time for port-a-call, and this time it was Rota Spain!  Now this was my first time in Rota, and given my 'track record' in Spain.  And probably because there was a Naval Base in Rota, I decided to try something different, as well as avoid any interaction with Shore Patrol. 

So with the thought of 'playing it cool' on this visit and after having 'befriended' Pat, who had a different attitude than many sailors.  His philosophy was to save money and only make one 'trip' ashore in each port, saving his money for his retirement.  This sounded good to me and made sense, so I thought I would do the same thing.  Pat's method, was to go ashore once in each port for a good meal and a glass of whiskey.  Now food and alcohol I was 'down' for, so decided to accompany Pat ashore, with my new 'method' in mind and only go for one good meal and a glass of whiskey.

After inquiring for the 'best' restaurant in town, it was decided it would be a good choice and headed ashore, all ready for a good meal and a glass of whiskey!  

Once there, it seemed obvious we had made a good choice!  After placing our order for dinner, we were asked what we wanted to drink.  Well of course the answer was Whiskey!  After naming off four or five 'popular American' brands, we were met with the response of 'No' each time.  So we asked, 'Do you have American whiskey?' And we were told, 'Yes.'  So commenced naming off two or three more possible brands.  At this point it was obvious the waiter was getting a little annoyed with us and our inquiries!

Throwing his hands in the air, he motioned to us to follow him.  We did and ended up at a 'large' table with all kinds of different liquors lined up.  Motioning to the the table and waving his had over the selection, he suggested we take our choice.  After looking over the selection, we chose the only bottle in the 'vast' selection with a label that claimed to be Kentucky Whiskey - in fact, the only bottle of whiskey on the table!  So we agreed upon this and proceeded back to the table.

All smiles, the waiter returned to bring us our glasses of American Whiskey.  Quite happy ourselves, Pat and I picked up the glasses before us and after a toast, hefted the glasses to our lips!  Almost as quickly as we had toasted and drank from the glasses, we removed them from our lips and looked at one another with the 'greatest' looks of disgust!  Without a doubt, Four Roses Whiskey was proof that all American Whiskeys are not the same!  So we sat 'sipping' our glasses of whiskey while we waited on our meals to arrive.

After delivering our meals to the table, the waiter asked if we wanted more whiskey!  Without even a moment's hesitation, we both nodded our heads and exclaimed 'No!'  While we enjoyed the meal, we sipped and 'enjoyed' our remaining whiskey!  

To say the 'night' was a total waste, would be a lie - the whiskey was a big disappointment, but at least the meal was good!  So we left to return to the ship - full, but still thirsty for American Whiskey.  

Definitely, I did save money and I did avoid any interaction with Shore Patrol, other than a nod when we passed them on the street  Maybe in the next pot............

 

Sunday Afternoon and the white dove

On many Sunday afternoons, I would go to my parents to visit.  Almost always was sat at the dining room table socializing - swapping stories, both old and new.  Yes, to say the least, I had a good relationship with my parents, after some rather 'rocky' years and unique situations.  

This Sunday, there was something different though, it was obvious there was something on their minds.  Being close, it did not take long for them to 'get around' to what was on their minds.  My relationship with my father has been rocky through the years, due to several different things.  Hi wife, my stepmother, was the epitome of a mother, at least to me.  Seeing as I had not known my biological mother growing up, my love and adoration of Bobbie was probably greater in many ways.


On this afternoon, something just did not 'feel' right, we were not engage in our normal light hearted manner, cracking stories, reminiscing and 'break' on each other.  When my dad spoke up and told me, 'son we have something to tell you,' I knew it was time to put on my 'game face' and be serious.  What he had to tell me floored me to say the least.


My [step] mother had been diagnosed with cancer, not just the 'garden variety,' but stage 4B Ovarian Cancer, of which her prognosis was not 'good.'  By all accounts the doctors were giving here just months to live, but all the same were going to try a combination of radiation and chemotherapy.  Of course a 'million' questions filled my mind, but they were not finished telling me everything just yet.  To add to the problem, there was no way my father could 'take off' work to see her to her daily treatments.  Immediately and without thought, I told them, 'no problem, I will take a leave of absence or quit my job if necessary.


Now the 'timing' for all this could not come at a more inopportune time, as if any time would be good, or desired!  My company was in the midst of a major contract in California, [I lived in Houston at the time] and I was meant to be traveling to California, any day, for an undetermined amount of time to oversee my portion of the contract.  None of this mattered at the moment, but more so 'taking care' of family did!

The next morning, full prepare to do whatever need be to allow me the time to help my family through this, I was at my manager's office to explain the situation to him.  Now the company I worked for had always been a good company, and most everyone there was family oriented.  All the same, I had not expectation of my manager's decision, when he told me essentially, take the time to do what I needed to do, whatever it took.  Fortunately my position was such at the time that it was pretty flexible and my cell phone was always with me!  

With work 'taken care off' it was time to attend to more urgent and pressing matters, which would take a lot more than work, as I was to find out!  Daily trips to the hospital, Monday through Friday, which often took most of the day!  Sometimes when it was a chemo day, it would turn into an all night deal!  To say the least it was challenging.

Not long after it 'all' started, I put together three loose leaf notebooks with a range of material, covering every bit of information we received from the hospital - information on cancer, treatment schedules, prescriptions with times, side effects and dangers.  Each day when I left my parent's home, I went through the 'collection' of medicines, ensuring they were identified with the schedule to be followed for each.  During these days, my cell phone was even more a 'part' of me than it ever was for work!

The whole 'ordeal' was touch, from watching the effects of treatment on my mother, combined with the daily trips to the hospital,  One of the hardest things though had to be to 'sit' and watch the effect it had on my father.  It was bad enough for him to 'sit and watch' helplessly, all of 'this' going on with his wife, the woman he loved so much, even harder though that the task of 'caring' for her was greatly increased by being so 'hands off' during it all.  


With my father working 'all the time' and away from my mother, I became her primary care giver and my father either had to refer to the notebooks I had began, or talk to me to find out what was what.  One of the most 'depressing' times is when he was off and able to accompany us to the hospital, the doctors did not even know who he was!  One night during the 'whole ordeal' my mother had to go to the emergency room, my father taking her.  Though he so 'much' wanted to be there with her and be the caretaker, he was 'obligated' to call me to meet them there just so I could 'oversee' everything going on.  It was a precarious situation for me, but him especially.  At times like this, I was very thankful for the relationship I share with my parents!


Now my mother was known to be a very outspoken and cantankerous person sometimes - quick to speak what was on her mind to whom ever 'needed' to hear it!  My father though 'quick' to temper for the most part, was a pretty quiet spoken man and mom's 'outbursts' would often send him 'off to the corner.'  It was for this reason my mother told me often she was glad that I was there.  First, I am a very patient man and don't let such things bother me, the second, I knew how to 'handle' my mom and with just a look or a word, I could 'put her in her place' and settle her down!


The 'obligatory' trips to the hospital, were often monotonous and time consuming as trips to the doctor, or hospital often can be.  Even in her weakened and drug induced state, my mom and I made every trip an 'adventure.'  Going into this, one of the things I knew that would be essential and instrumental, was to keep an 'upbeat and lively' outlook.  With my mom, that wasn't too difficult.  Though her pride wanted to keep her from it, the trip from the parking lot to the doctor's office was a 'long' one.  From the very time, despite her protests, I was able to talk her into 'taking a wheelchair' allowing me to 'push her' rather than walking.  These little 'journeys' were akin in many ways to riding the shopping cart through the supermarket on a joy ride!  


It was after all, as the 'cruise director' to ensure the passengers [patient] had as enjoyable a time as possible!  Now it seems to have become my mother's mission in life to marry me off, and the hospital offered a plethora of opportunities for her to 'peddle' me off and indeed she did try at every opportunity she had!  And the hospital was 'full' of opportunity, ever doctor's office we visited, the cafeteria, around every corner it seemed!


After only the first week or so of going for the appointments and treatments, mom had her 'targets' picked out for 'me.'  Though she was always sure to 'check' with me for my opinion before 'acting out,' a positive opinion was like the green flag a the Daytona 500!  That was all she needed.


Now it is funny, the most 'beautiful' of the women she 'picked' out was the head nurse in her primary doctor's office.  Indeed she was a beauty!  So after getting 'comfortable' enough to talk to her, my mom proceeded to ask her one day if she was married. To which she replied 'yes.'   Not to be dissuaded though, my mom proceeded to ask her if she was happily married!  Well even though she was in the process of divorcing, nothing ever came of that.


There was however, the 'crazy' one and it is funny, it is her name that I can remember!  Surely though it was because she lived on the same street that I had for awhile!  There was also the oncologist, a Eastern Indian women, Nothing in either of these cases - though I did talk to Suzanne, a couple of times on the phone.  Yes, Suzanne, was the 'crazy' one!  Really though, I am sure that I remember her name because we lived on the same street!


Seldom was there a dull moment when we were at the hospital!  One day, we were sitting in a waiting room, and sat there for a 'long' time with essentially no one else in the waiting room.  As we say there, my mom looked at the floor at the next row of chairs over and noticed something shiny on the floor!' Bound and determined that is was a diamond ring or something, I kept trying to tell her, no it was something else.  After carrying on about it for some time and letting it 'get the best of her,' she decided it was time to check it out and find out for herself. 


Turns out the object which had been the source of entertainment for some time, an imagined lost and found diamond ring was only a wadded up aluminum gum wrapper!  


Oh year, I will finish the story later and tell you about the dove too.....