Long-distance Familial Relations...

or

The conversation of 01/26/05

Yesterday my dad, in typical mode, emailed the following to every email address I've ever had in my life.

I signed your Mom and I up to be volunteers for this event … take a look … pretty cool … I am very excited.!!

http://www.tallshipstacoma.com/ships.html

Love,
Dad

I dutifully take a look at the sight which shows the several sailing ships coming into Tacoma, where the jefe's parents reside..

The Jefe replies to all (including apparently himself)

Wow! That sounds really cool Dad

and then to inject some family fun..

I like to think that if I were a ship I would be known as the Ambassador and Gentleman of the Seas….

to which my dear Mother, who has unfortunately read this blog in the past and secretly fears that the jefe may be sitting at work at that moment sloshed to the gills, replied:

Gee - I expected you would want to be called Keg of Rum or Wine of the Sea - something like that.

nice.

But fear not. While el jefe stewed on this remark for a moment, eventually I reminded myself of the Salvation Army's battle cry which I learned in Trivial Pursuit once...

"Blood and GUTS!"

and replied in the following manner:

Oh Yeah! I totally change my mind! Keg o’ Rum it is!

“Aye she’s ungainly ship” they’d say, “but s’truth there’s always a good time when she comes ta port! Arghh!

Mom, in what I feel was an honorable retreat from the field, replied in the following manner:

That's more like it!

never say die.


"Blood and GUTS!"
el Jefe