When I began this little ‘project’, this life story, this telling of tales, I thought to myself – this cannot last long, how many stories could I possibly tell, 10, 25, 50? And here I am now at story 199! I’m finally beginning to get to a point to where I might be able to soon see the end of the tunnel. When I run out of memories, I’ll stop. For now though, there’s still more to share so stop your applause. You’re being rude.
How about a sports story this week? I spent last weekend up in Tahoe on a golf trip with my wife and another couple. We were all celebrating our wedding anniversaries, (as mentioned in this story). The weather was very cooperative and we all had a great time.
Written about in this story, (link), my dad was a really good golfer who carried close to a zero handicap for all of his life. He never had an ace, a hole-in-one though. I am a so-so golfer, but luck has certainly shined my way in the game of golf. It’s better to be lucky than good, right?
On the day I am beginning to write this story, we are getting our very first soaking rain here in the Sacramento valley. Summertime is officially over. I even heard thunder a few times, not a very common occurrence here in this area. While living in Ohio, like a lot of people, I had the opinion that everyone in California worried on a daily basis about earthquakes and fires gone rampant. Now that I’ve lived here in the Sacramento area for a dozen years and haven’t worried about either ever, I’m thinking perhaps this was a rumor started by Californians in an effort to try to keep down migration from other states. Like most people, I have though experienced a few episodes of dangerous weather.
Recently I shared a story of nighttime hi-jinx where a few of us Prytania boys broke a commandment. Now that’s it’s been more than 40 years ago, memories like that one can be fun to look back on and reminisce with the cohorts equally responsible. It’s no fun being stolen from though and I have been on the receiving end of that commandment a few times. This week I thought I’d share one of those stories.
Continued from Part 1, last week
Un autre avion?
Ok, at least they understood that. Hopefully I didn’t just ask them where the aviary was. They looked at me and just sort of shrugged their shoulders in a ‘who knows’ sort of fashion. There was no way to reach her. I just had to sit and fret. Finally, around six, the sun looked like it would soon be setting. This really worried me because there are no lights at the St Bart’s airport – it shuts down when the sun goes down.