Memories
Kevin,
As I sit looking through your web site I thought I'd usher in a few arcane ruminations. "Scrolling through the blog with an opt half open mind, traveling through the seas usually tuned up at the time" thats to the tune of "dancing through the snow", it's for all the times Terry would whistle Frosty the Snowman before a bell run. With the lyrical talents of Terry and Max's kareoke experience, I'm sure the tune will be on everyone's mind prior to a bell run. Terry if you need some inspiration, just hink of the times Bob Watkins would send you the bell scrubber wrapped in a plastic bag. "We do that all the time." Or maybe Mark Mohawk could add some flavor to the tune while having his boot removed by an undiffussed pipe as he opened the flood valve. I could hear him singing in the bell, while he was at the end of his hose.
I'm still having trouble figuring out the names of all those young guys displayed in the photo's. If only a camera played all the time while caged in the "can". We could see Hoardy boy poop on himself, Wade breaking his ginsu knife, Winklund sound asleep with his brief case spilled open on the floor while Smoker wrote every one $5,000.00 checks on Rays account. "I say, I say" Those moments can only be replayed in your mind.
Remember when you tell your wife or supervisor "I wouldn't do that". It's going to get interesting.
As Ralph Bonin would say. "There's Smoker in the overhead and zips in the wire."
Kevin, I have the shock collar out if you want to test it out on your dog. Seemed to work well on Matt Bouer.
Tom
Whistling Dixie has never been an option for a Yankee, no matter how relocated he is...I'd completely forgotten that I once knew how to whistle in a sat tank and now, have completely forgotten why I ever knew how to in the first place...I do remember whistling on bottom one time in about 300 ft, a panacea for the diving skills I lacked and testament to the power of foolishness, as the dive supervisor, Tom Bower, who'd heard it all, obviously hadn't until right then and said so. Take every chance you can to impress someone I always say.
What I haven't forgotten is all the great times with the best people on the damn planet, doing the most outrageous things in places no one had any right to visit, much less hang out in. Alien eggs, prayers said on T/L deckplates, 35ft lockouts, big steel bouncing around in the dark. lobster chasing and the list goes on into the infinite recessess of my darkened memory...that's why I keep my friends around...for the extra hard drive space and embellishment skills...that and they're just so much goddamn fun, even as old guys.
Let's all raise a glass, to the divers of the past...those that made it, those that faded, those that never even made the grade and those, we thought, would never last.
party on wayne...party on garth
reefer