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Glenn and I are here in our room sipping the thing Glenn likes to drink second best to coffee, tea. I am preparing the laptop for more words straight from The Tool. - Jason
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Today the tool and his sidekick, Jason, were given a hall pass...for today is a day off. So I think I will talk about something else. Some of the great things we get a camp (as The Tool calls it “prisoner jail”). I think I will talk about food for awhile.
Food at camp is not like Mom’s cookin at home. The other day I had some fish...which I thought was extremely good for camp prison food. In fact I had six pieces it was so good! At this point in life The Tool’s eating habits have changed drastically in the last two years.
So a break from chicken (yoo hoo!)...bring the fish on! So ate I did. The next morning I did not feel so well. I saw things I have never seen in my life before (read between the lines). So with some words to other teammates I found that when I went “fishing” in that boat, I wasn’t alone at all. (Sip, sip on our tea). After a couple of stops in “my office” I went down to the cafeteria for breakfast. I found a cook. I asked him, “What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me? Did you cook that fish in car oil?” He assuremed me, “no” and said I was not alone with my problem in the fishing boat. “I will look into it” he said.
We at camp know what “I will look into it” really means...absolutely nothing! I think I will go back to eating chicken. If you have ever seen an old Western when the Indian and cowboy cut their hands, hold them together and say we are “blood brothers” at camp I have a new “fishing blood brother” in teammate Dan Nicholson, who also ate the fish. Two nights later for dinner there was fish again. Another teammate, Ron Williams, and I were looking at the fish and we both said, “No way!”
The cook assured us the “problem was solved”. Ron said in his Alabama draw to the cook, “I don’t care if I was in the boat next to you when you caught the fish...I ain't eatin no damn fish after what they have been through!”
I think The Tool has learned a lesson here...if the state does not have an ocean touching it somewhere...don’t eat the fish!
At this point, I think I will go to lunch and hope to God...it’s not fish! Gotta go.
The Rusty Tool
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