Even worse, you are a Yankee. How do you like being called by that offensive term? Could you imagine if they named a sports team after that racially tinged nick name? ;FacepalmI now realize they are Native Americans and a guy like me who is from Brooklyn is really a foreigner.
I would love to meet you and go boating with you. You sound so fun!When I was a teenager and a young adult I used to go boating with my mom, dad, and sister. When we were young we went out on the lakes in Virginia, North Carolina and Georgia. Then my dad and I moved to Florida and used to go out around Tampa and Port Richey. Loved it. Haven't been out in about 20 years. I miss it.I did invite you guys but it must have gotten lost in the mail.
I am going to my boat now even though it is 90 degrees because I have to load it with beer and wine as we go through a lot of that for some reason. Depending on who we bring we need different things, last week we needed Vodka. The boat can only hold so much drinks so we have to know what that particular crowd is drinking. The refrigerator is tiny.
Today I won't take the Sea Ray out but I may just go out by myself in the dinghy for a little bit.
SCUBAbeth, if you and your husband were here I could take you diving. No sharks or manta rays but since the visibility is so bad, you can imagine anything you like
Oh, I am such a sucker for jewelry!!! (OK, the really expensive pearls would be out for me.) When I was in Japan, I went to Mikimoto Pearl Island and picked out some pearls for earrings. It was neat to learn about the pearl farming process. I would love some black pearls someday!SCUBAbeth, if you get to Bora Bora, stay away from those silly huts. They only built them because there is no dry land there.
The one road that goes around the circular Island has little to nothing on it except as I said Bloody Mary's Bar and how long can you stay in a bar?
The only thing they sell in Bora Bora is black pearls so if you need those, go there.
We went to a black pearl shop (actually you can't miss them because they are like Starbucks in Manhattan) The girl asks you what price range you are looking for. You can go from $50.00 each to how much my Daughter spends on shoes.
You tell her how much you want to waste, I mean spend and if you say a thousand dollars each (which we didn't say) she gives you a shoebox filled with thousand dollar black pearls.
You take this cardboard box that is worth the same as Trump Tower and bring it to a table to look through it so you can pick out how many you need for a pendant, necklace or nose ring. I would imagine that you can take one of these pearls and stick it up your nose and walk out. We didn't do that as my nostrils are not big enough.
They take the pearls and X Ray them to see how thick the nacre, or shell is. Then they drill it and either string them or put a loop in so you can wear it "wherever".
We bought a couple and as we were leaving the girl, who was kind of a Supermodel said to us "Where are you from". We said New York. She said "Where in New York". We said Long Island. She said "Where on Long Island.
We said New Hyde Park. I said Where are you from? She said "Mineola". Mineola is walking distance from my house. I said, That is some commute.
What are the chances you go to the complete other side of the world, the farthest place you can travel and still be on earth and meet someone from your town!
Now that is a little far to go for a job.
Empress it certainly is an awesome place. I haven't ben there in almost 50 years so I am not sure if it has changed. But as I mentioned, when you are in the Army you can go anyplace you want so we went searching for ghost towns. There are a few scattered all over the place there but most of them are just a couple of rusty pitchforks and a piece of a Starbucks sign with a plaque that reads, "This is Tombstone" or "Welcome to Wagon Wheel, ATM in the back, Population Zero".
I don't remember finding anything of significance. But the scenery up in the mountains is totally cool. They said you can see three states from on top of one of the mountains but I couldn't make out the black lines between them so I wasn't sure what I was looking at.
I also liked Manitou Springs. I am sure I spelled it wrong as you have to be an "Indian", or Native American to spell it. I love Indian stuff. At that time we called them Indians, I now realize they are Native Americans and a guy like me who is from Brooklyn is really a foreigner.
My friend and me would take either an M-60 tank of an APC (armored personal carrier) out on the prairie and look for buffalo, ghost towns or girls. No girls or ghosts, just buffalo. We didn't hit any.
I am sure I must have mentioned it in this thread 12 times but in case I didn't I will tell it again until I can think of something else to write. I was going out with a girl I met in Denver. (She is the one with the cute flounder face)
She had a Volkswagon. I told her where to meet me next to the fence of the Govt. land. She and her friend parked her car next to the fence and we lifted them over using the barrel from the gun on the tank.
We spent the day exploring the plains, it was very cool. I am sure I would still be in Jail if anyone found out but I was a Sargent and had a "little" pull, but not much.
I am sure that was the only time those girls had a date in a 120,000lb tank. We had no artillery shells so we couldn't play with the gun.
So you are part Native American/Bronx/Brooklyn, Spanish, Vermontian/Coloradian person.
I was born in Bensonhurst Brooklyn right on the border of Coney Island. My parents were born in Manhattan. I was stationed in Colorado Springs (Fort Carson) for maybe 6 months.
My Grand Parents on both sides both came from a small fishing village in Sicily. Maybe that's where I got my love for fish, both eating them and keeping them.
I knew a girl who was from an Indian Tribe here in Long Island NY. We have a few tribes out east.
that's COOL
WE dug an underground fort when we were probably 15 in a dirt lot. It was probably 5' deep and had a wooden roof that had about a foot of dirt on it. WE grew older and forgot about it. Trees grew all over it.
Then one day they were building a Supermarket in that lot. A bulldozer was clearing the land and he backed up over our fort and the thing fell in backwards. Just the blade was sticking out. They had to get a crane to get the thing out.
Who knew the fort was still there?
