A Wrench You Wear On Your Head

The Polish hat is a "Gorski", by Les Gorski. I sort of went to dive school with him. He graduated a few classes ahead of me and was working in the equipment locker while I was there. As I understand it, he was an inland commercial diver over there and they did some outlandish, crazy stuff, mostly without comms on homemade equipment, from the compressors on down. I'm sure he's happy to be here, in the land of the free.

It's nice to see the tenders still give the Millers front row respect. My 200 sits on the bar in the lodge, close to the beer as is fitting for a retired dive hat or diver. I pinned my bulging ping pong ball eyes up behind the fase plate. Everytime some kid climes up on a bar stool and takes a hard look in and spots those bulging eyes looking back it reminds me of all those green tenders and the look they had on thier faces when they'd see me flopping around in the chamber with the bulging eyes stuck in my eye sockets. One guy (who clamed to have been a Coast Guard Skipper) even screemed for ol Roundtree to come and view my distress, only to find me calmly reading my book and woundering what all the fuss was about. Chuck was only mildly amused... As Chuck is the master cook and stirs the pot like no one else it was pure joy for me to see him get hooked.