|Delegates relaxing before the plenary session.|
The delegate from Texas wasn't present. We thought of him, spoke of him and wished he were with us, because in his absence we would have to buy our own drinks.
In actuality, Tuna was here in Little Rhody for work and as such we decided to gather together in conclave and elect a new pope.
Um no. That's something else...
Tuna and I met up at his hotel and headed down to the shore for a meal of seafood, a couple of adult beverages and a certain number of "There I was..." stories. All true and completely unembellished, I'm sure.
One thing I've noticed as I get older is that I tend to tell the same stories over and over. I would start to tell Tuna a story and he'd say "you posted about that, that's a great story!" So I really had to scramble to find new material.
Actually we had a great time for the couple of hours we stole from our busy schedules.
So what did we accomplish? Other than putting a dent in the local lobster / scallop / key lime cheesecake populations? (Betcha didn't know that key lime cheesecake is raised domestically in Little Rhody. We used to eat the wild ones but they're a bit gamy to the taste.)
Well, for one thing we granted Juvat basing rights in the Northeast and in the San Joaquin Valley of California. In return he promises to let us use his garden hose should our houses catch fire. (There's a Roosevelt / Churchill theme there if you know your history.) I wanted to hold out for a number of old four stack destroyers but Tuna pointed out that Juvat, like myself, was Air Force, where would he get destroyers from?
Seriously, it was fun. This is the third time I've had the chance to sit down with Tuna and shoot the breeze. One of these days I will have a sit down with Juvat. It's bound to happen.
So a short post tonight, it's past my bedtime and my work is not going to do itself tomorrow. Believe me, I've tried to program my desk computer to do just that, it never knows which charge numbers to use, it forgets to talk to my co-workers and then I get phone calls and so I have to go in anyway. It's also been noticed that the big cardboard cutout I have of myself sitting at my desk looks as if a five year old did it with crayons.
"So what's your point?" I ask.
|The first ever Tuna and Sarge selfie.|
|The sun sets on another excellent day at The Chant.|