Day 177
Taking Z. Tyler
on the Big Red Boat to the Bahamas
We
were blessed when Z. Tyler was a tot; he lived with us while Mom Beth finished
law school. He traveled all across the country with us; we even took him on a
cruise.
The
Big Red Boat cruised us to the Bahamas. Z. Tyler, age 4, handled himself like
“James Bond” cool; suave, sophisticated, confident. Made himself right at home.
When
the waiter on the ship, Fortes, took our dinner orders, little Z. Tyler pointed
to the menu and asked, “Fortes! What’s this?” (He couldn’t read, but, didn’t
let that stop him.) He chose some items and rejected what didn’t suit his
fancy. Wow! What a fine young man!
Pointing
to the menu, Z. said, “Fortes, what is this?”
“Strawberry
soup.” Politely replied our waiter, smiling at the young man and his manners.
“Served chilled,” he added, to which Z. made a displeasing face.
He
passed on cold soup; me, too. Z. Tyler: Class---from
the very beginning…and, always!
We
snorkeled, sighted the sites, went shopping in the open bazaar. The native gals
just loved Z. Tyler; they had to rub his white-blond thick hair and “Ooh!” and
“Ahh!” over him. The boy didn’t seem to mind---not…one little bit. How come
they didn’t give me some of that attention?
We
once traveled from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific in thirty days with our
travel-buddy.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Ship Ahoy! Mate-y!”
Memories!
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