Updated: Jan 12
"ALL IN THE FAMILY"
On this last all in the family vacation to Laguna Beach, we went for our Grand Finale dinner to Sir George’s Smorgasbord, where the owner chided our plate overflowing Uncle Gary to “please, please ~ leave some food for the other guests!”
Undaunted, he still went back for 2nds and 3rds with his plates stacked high to the sky, because narcissistically Gary believed that since he paid the huge sum of ($8.95) ~ it was all you can eat. Hmmmmm……….
Ever grateful for Uncle Gary taking us pier fishing off of Fort Point under The Golden Gate Bridge, Zotsee would bait-up and catch & fly seagulls instead of Bay angling.
Newport Beach, San Clemente and Balboa Island deep sea fishing was an extraordinary experience that I would repeat many times in my life in Mexico and Costa Rica.
Although not a surfer, Uncle Gary taught us to not be afraid of the Pacific's big waves and would yell “dive” ~ sometimes too late, and we’d all get hammered.
It was the beginning of my becoming fearless in the ocean that would lead to future adventures and misadventures around the world.
Lita ~ a non-swimmer, who almost drowned as a teen in Punta Arenas, Costa Rica, would pace back & forth along the shoreline keeping an eagle eye on all of us.
Back in Puerto Rico ~ The Island of Adventure, my father had straightened-up and became a very super successful insurance salesman.
Unprecedently becoming Mutual of Omaha’s #1 Salesman of the Year 3 times in a row, my dad then moved over to Franklin Life Insurance where he duplicated the same amazing feat.
“Doel could charm the bra off of any lady” was the way that my mother’s dear friend Selma would describe him, as my Mom cringed at the not too fond and still fresh nightmarish memories of his constantly cheating on her.
Still the "King of Swing" just like when he conducted his own 22 piece Embajadores de la Musica Latin Band in San Francisco at 23 years of age, my dad always had a leering eye for the "not-so" ladies.
Though never on time, my father's child support checks finally stopped bouncing after 4 years of causing HUGE embarrassment and overdrawn/insufficient funds fees to my Mom at the Bank of America.
Nevertheless, it caused my Mom to constantly beg him for the much needed money, due to Tappy and me getting older and requiring new uniforms and books.
Like many other brother teams attending Epiphany Roman Catholic Grammar School, I would pass-on my twice hemmed-down seriously faded uniform corduroy trousers to Tappy.
Lita was a master at sewing holes in sweaters so that they would pass the nun’s inspection.
When my pants got too short, all the kids would ask “where’s the flood, Al?”
Pray to The Holy Spirit constantly and simply from your heart, just as earnestly as He was your best friend.
+ through Divine Intimacy ~ He IS!