Yes, We Have No Bananas
I alluded last time I wrote about an incident I would tell you about later . That time is here. I present, for your enjoyment, the banana story. When we took the boat to Bay St. Louis, as I mentioned, our friends Kris and Chuck came along for the journey. When they were boarding, Kris handed me a bag with fruit in it. "Oh, bananas?" I said. " It's bad luck to bring bananas on a boat ." I then told her I really am not very superstitious and that I would take my chances. Well, we got underway and everything was perfect. Boat - perfect. Weather - perfect. Bridge tenders - attentive. Perfect. Until we curved into the Rigolets. Chuck was down below, but Kris and Rick and I were on the bridge. "What is that blue thing?" I asked. "Police boat," replied Rick. I totally panicked like a pre-teen joyriding in his father's mustang. "Go get the bill of sale," he said, as my lazy ass hasn't gotten the registration co