I had to opportunity to talk briefly with my Uncle Perry over the Easter weekend. My uncle Raymond, his younger brother, has some ashes spread under the flag in the upper right of this blog. It turns out that both of them served on the same ship. He didn’t seem like he wanted to talk much about his service so I didn’t push, but I was listenin’ to everything he said. The ship they served on? Here it is.

Yesterday didn’t produce any fish. Probably because I was usin’ the VelociCoolie instead of the GutRumblesCoolie. Maybe it was just luck though. Anyway, on the way back to town, I stopped as I usually do to check out some of the tourist traps shops along the coast. I stopped in one shop, and lo and behold, they had my very own custom built ‘Necklid. It’s kick ass!

Today, it’s off to the golf course in Kinston. A country club none the less. It’s nice to have a cousin’ thats a partner in a law firm. I just hope I don’t get his chops busted with my “way” of golfin’.
Oh, one more thing, this you’ll surely want to know. If you’re ever headed up 58 towards Emerald Isle, you’ll be certain to pass the “Golfin’ Dolphin”… I wish I’d have thought of that.

After my shoppin’ and fishin’ was done, I hooked up with my cousin’s husband. The two of us are a bit of bad mix, but in a good way. I called him up, and he talked me over to where he and some of his friends were standin’ ’round in the garage starin’ at oil spots on the floor that their Harley’s had left. I know, amusement comes to different folks in different ways but as the say, when in Rome… So we’re starin’ at the oil spots, drinkin’ beer, and they let this little critter loose. I thought it was a dog, it looked like one, without legs. They said it was a Jack terrier or something. That sumbitch was so short it didn’t even have a shadow. Well, next thing they did was throw it a basketball. I’m like, WTF? That basketball is bigger then the dog. Well that little dog, he could push that ball around, and he did. He kept on trying to bite it but his mouth wasn’t big enough to get a grip. Anyway, the little dog finally pushed his ball into the ditch. Now you know RedNeck’s can’t stand to see a dog suffer, so I stumbled out to the ditch to retrieve the ball for the short bastard. I did get the ball, but I slipped and fell in the ditch. Usually you’d think when you fall in a muddy ditch that people would giggle their asses off at ya. Well they didn’t. Must be a common occurance ’round those parts. The man, went back in the garage and got me one of his “spare” uniforms. My name was Dale yesterday afternoon for a while. Now, clean, dry britches for a sloppy ‘Neck… That’s Southern hospitality…

I hope today turns out just the same, if not better…

Nothing…

The little farm house I usually stay at while I’m down here is a quaint little place. Operative word there is “little”. It can fit/sleep six pretty damned easy. Eight folks on the other hand, get’s a bit crowded. I stayed there the first night, but on my second night here, I moved north east about 20 miles to New Bern. Thanks to my gracious aunt and uncle, I now sleep in my very own bed, which is as nice, probably even moreso the mine at home. Maybe I can get ‘em to adopt me.

The boy is back at the farm house. His cousin’ of less then a year younger is there, and they are, I’m sure, tearin’ it up. Lacrossin’, Baseballin’, doin’ what boys do. We’re gonna hook up later this week for some fishin’ and golfin’. I’ll welcome that. Saturday, and Sunday, and the first part of Monday have been grey. This mornin’ it rained like a cow pissin’ on a flat rock. It’s about 2:00PM now and the sun is shinin’ so all is right again.

I’m able to drop this line ’cause I put in a wireless setup at my uncles house. My dad financed the deal, basically so he could come here and get hooked up. He just needed the right fool to make it work, and the right fool showed up this week. I haven’t ever setup a wireless situation using a DSL modem. It’s quite a bit different then just borrowin’ bandwidth from a nearby cable modem subscriber.

Thanks to some kind soul who cared enough to document what he did with the exact same hardware I was tryin’ to implement, I’m sittin’ in the kitchen scratchin’ this one out.

Plenty of feel good stories so far, and travels back in time to my younger days to write about but suffice it to say, the last two days have been consumed with Easter activities. If I ever see another plastic egg filled with money or a coupon for money, it’ll not be too far away. My reward for findin’ eggs when I was a kid… I got to eat the damned egg. Times have changed.