Monday, February 25, 2008

Old Days

The Summer Rain & Crew. That's me & Dad workin' a dream job - actually getting paid to take people fishing in Kona, Hawai'i back in 1988. For no reason in particular, I never wore shoes while working on the boat. Maybe just because they inhibited my cat-like reflexes. Or more like ninja reflexes. More like 60% - 40% ninja - cat.

The newspaper clipping is of angler, Richard Hartom, John Prettyman & Cpt. Jack Prettyman with the boat's largest fish to date - a 1229 lb pacific blue marlin caught in 1986.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That explains the two little ninjas we have! :) They inherited those ninja traits.

I love you!
Love,
Wiffee

Anonymous said...

That reminds me...

No matter how exhausted I was, Dad always made me drive us home. Every day, he'd take his shoes off in the truck & HOLY SMOKES - did his feet ever stink to high-heaven! He really enjoyed torturing my olfactory sensors & would just crack up over it. Thinking about it, I can still feel the tingle in my brain & I want to roll the window down but I'm at my desk.

It's obvious now, after so many years, this stinky feet experience traumatized me.

Anyway, I did get a payback while driving us home one day. I don't remember what I ate the night before but when it came around ...it's hard to describe - it was just terrible.

I felt guilty after letting the first one go. He said, "Oh, GAWD" & reached for the window. I thought, "Dang! Did that come outta me?"

Then he took his shoes off.

Then it was war.

I won. He conceded when he said in a very stern, authoritive tone, "DON'T ...DO ...THAT ...AGAIN!"

Cracks me up. I miss that guy.