-going thru the airport concourse on one of our trips.
Bonnie tells Doug to pull-up his shorts. He, of course,
pulls them way down. ---- going thru the screening gate
to board the plane and once again Doug is caught with
a knife. He tells the airline attendant that he hopes her
son enjoys his knife. ----out to dinner in St Louis.
Doug is in wheelchair. Jim and I get to restaurant first
and secure a table. Doug and Bonnie arrive and Bonnie
and Jim suddenly take off. Bonnie is taking the
van to get serviced while we dine and Jim is following to
bring her back. Doug calls the server over and tells her our
spouses have run off together so bring us a bottle of Chanti
while we can drink and hopefully wait for their return. A
laugh a minute when out with Doug and Bonnie! The
wonderful memories of our trips to Costa Rica, Belize
and the Mayan Riviera. The kayaking trip to the Yough---
We stop for a meal and walk up to the order window.
Doug states he would like the barbeque chicken. Bonnie,
next in line says " Douglas" and he says " I really don't
want barbequed chicken. It would be an ugly sight if I
ate that." Something about an exploding chicken dinner
a few days ago that ruined his clothes.
Just a few of the crazy minutes we loved and will always
remember. Then I remember the many super days of
floating down the Black or another ozark rivers, always on
a weekday when the river was ours, and each time avowing
to each other that this was surely the most beautiful day in
the world! The great 2006 northern fishing trip to Minnesota.
Doug and Bonnie, Carl and Elaine, Jim and I in the mobile
home, with trailer hauling his ranger attached. The guys
drove and Bonnie, Elaine and I served snacks and beverages
while we played cards all the way to Minnesota. Word of warning !
Elaine always wins! Dave and Shirley join us at a site on Lake
Marion We catch large amounts of sunfish, bluegill and Doug's
one walleye. Copious amounts of food, beverage and love are shared!
One more main set of memories to go. Sometimes I wonder
if my grandaughters will remember Jim and me. I know that
they will remember Doug. There was "Dougie Camp!" Doug, Jim,
Karen, Tyler, Cole and Tessa, our grandaughter, off on a wild float
on the Black. Camp on a gravel bar! Catch fish! Doug fully praising
the fish catching of the grandchildren, fries up the few 4 to 5 inch
fish they catch. The kids smack there lips on the tasty morsels
that are served.Next morning Bonnie joins us, bringing cereal and
cold milk for breakfast. Other times just hanging out at their land
on the Black as their grandchildren and ours kayaked and swam,
collected snakes, crawfish and other nature creatures. Doug naming
his cats Fluff Bob and Flat Bob and their dog as Beagle Bob. Our
grandchild Molly, naming her pets, Turtle Bob, Tree frog Bob, and her
fish as spotted Bob, blue Bob, Yellow Bob---you get it.
