When I was a kid I was fascinated listening to my father and his friends stand around the grill and tell stories. I never laughed so hard in my life. I still think about the time my dad told the story of his childhood when the bells in the church on their town square in Luque, Paraguay began mysteriously ringing. The whole town came outside to hear the beautiful sound of the church bells ring through the warm spring nite. But as they all approached the square one lady yelled for everyone to look up at the milagro in the bell tower. Next thing you know all the women fell to their knees praying because their was no one in the tower ringing the bells. They began singing and praying that it was a miracle from the virgin mother of Caucupe' (sp) their patron saint. Well as the women were praying to the tower, the men in the crowd realized that some of the boys were giggling on the park bench in the square. What no one could see was that the kids had tied a couple dozen giant (I mean giant down their) bull frogs to the ringers by their legs. The damn frogs were going nuts which started the bells. I am sure the the boys were in trouble but the story has been passed down from that spring night until today.
Reason I write this is cause I was sitting at the dock at Portside Marina listening to a few of the old timer captains tell some stories the other day in Morehead. I don't think I have laughed so hard since those days as a kid sitting around the grill with my dad and his friends. We need the story tellers. We need the old folks and young folks sitting around the cleaning table or park bench on the street corner handing down those stories. Their is nothing I mean nothing on TV that can top those priceless stories. Tell em if you got em and read if you don't but lets hear some of the stories of yesterday or yesteryear. I think I need a little Biscoto intervention here.
shit unlce B, we got those story tellers in our family, how bout when we all get sitting around the dinner table after abuala makes some melanesas and sopa paraguayo. those epic fishing tales or those jus plane crazy stories from when all you old guys where young, u and unlce joe get us luaghing so hard, and my dad gets laugh goin where he's almost cryin and he has that high pitch laugh.
Ask Marty or Bobby the stories my wife tells are much much
better. Ther’re the ones that feature me getting the “pie face”,
or at a minimum a good dressing down.
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