A strange title. Refers to male testicles. As this story develops, you will agree it appropriate.
If I could video the Chart Room, the shows would be terrific. The conversations some evenings would be difficult for a professional writer to compose.
Last night an example.
It was David, Kevin, John, Mike from Liverpool, Ollie, and me. Ollie the star. He was wound up. Irma still getting to him.
Ollie is a first class citizen. Always volunteering, helping the community. Does for others. The nature of the man. From the heart.
Ollie lives at Santa Clara. He is President of the Homeowner/Tenant Association. As such, he tried to keep things under control as Irma struck.
He had keys to each apartment. Important.
Water never hit the building. It was 3 feet high in the parking lot, however.
Owners/tenants had friends stay with them during Irma. The building considered a safe place.
Some young adults arrived with their scooters/mopeds.
Ollie discovered the scooters parked in one of the hallways. He yelled and screamed and said get them out of here. Against fire laws.
When he returned, the scooters were no longer in the hall way. He discovered them in the apartment. The next time he looked, they were no longer in the apartment. They were on the fire escape.
Frustrated, Ollie called the Fire Department. By the time they arrived, the scooters were gone.
Later, there was smoke. Fire smoke. Not from the scooters. A main breaker caught on fire. He called the Fire Department.
Ollie heard a lot of noise coming from one apartment. A strange yet familiar noise. He entered to find someone trying to blow out the candles in the room with a leaf blower.
Pool water was used to flush toilets. During the several no power days, tenants swam in the pool. Ollie had cookouts for the tenants. Somehow, he got some food. Cooked on the outside grill. A party each evening. Sounded like Birmingham.
FEMA has been supplying the people of Key West with food packages. Labeled MRE. Stands for Meals Ready to Eat.
Ollie a bit of a joker when not taking his President duties seriously.
He handed me a gray squared small packet. Labeled MRE-P. It was a prophylactic. A condom. I looked at him and said, you’re kidding. No, he said. FEMA also had MRE-Ts. Tampons.
It was a joke.
Ollie got into a dissertation as to where he wanted to be buried. He had visited the two local cemeteries. Shocked at how expensive! Decided the only thing of value he had to leave were his testicles.
He has signed the necessary paperwork and also placed in his will what he wants done with them.
His family has a burial plot in North Dakota. He wants his testicles removed and transported to North Dakota for burial. He does not care what happens to the rest of his body.
The man was serious!
Ollie walked behind the bar. There sitting amongst all the pics was what Ollie described as a Ball Coffin. A cylinder about 2 inches wide and 4 inches long. Military green. His testicles were to be transported in the cylinder.
Ollie ended the story by raising a fisted hand and shouting…..Balls in North Dakota!
He was sober.
Stopped at Denny’s on the way home for a sandwich. Sat at the bar. Robi bartending. Another customer nearby, Bob. Bob is a marine mechanic.
The three of us had a lengthy conversation. Discussed many things. Including Puerto Rico and grown children. Each of us have adult children. Our stories of them similar. A different generation from ours.
Spent a couple of hours at Dr. Norris’ office yesterday. My new primary care physician. A first visit. I believe I will be in good hands.
I have a dinner date this evening. With Brenda who I met last week at the Chart Room.
Enjoy your day!