Morning iam and everybody. "Good" is still to be determined but we'll see how it looks after the coffee and naproxen kicks in. Hombre and I have to go get passport photos taken today as our passports expire next month. We though they were expensive ten years ago. Much more so now. But you never know when you might need it.
This afternoon is our weekly 42 game and we're looking forward to that.
Temps back in the mid 70's today. We get the furnace shut down and the Master Cool turned on for the summer on Friday and none too soon.
I've never had a passport. Hell, I've never been off of the east coast.
I wish I had more stamps in my passport. I love to travel.
Back in the early 1990s I had a project that took me to Naples, Italy.
My second day there was an off day and I decided to do some sight seeing. I drove the rental car over to see the ruins at Pompeii. I took all the photos I would need to document the place and prove to everyone that I had actually been there.
A colleague who had been to Naples earlier told me that the city was divided up into districts. There was a flower district, a fruit and vegetable district, a bicycle district and a jewelry district. I thought that a great present for Mom would be a genuine Neapolitan cameo.
I found the jewelry district with some help from the concierge at the hotel. I drove in stop and go traffic, the only type of traffic Naples has. I kept an eye on the Vespa scooter tailgating me. The kids on that scooter were so close, I doubt if one could slip a piece of typing paper between their front wheel and my rear bumper.
I plodded along, looking for a jewelry shop when suddenly I heard the distinctive sound of automobile glass shattering! Glancing over my right shoulder, I saw my prized leather backpack being swiped from the back seat. I had expected to see a human being shredded by the rear window lying there.
What happened? The passenger on the scooter had jumped off, walked up the left rear window of my car and smashed it! He took my backpack which contained my travel orders from the U.S Navy, my camera, some trinkets I bought at Pompeii and my passport!
That passport had visa stamps from Germany, France, Belgium, Italy and Czechoslovakia. It was the one thing that I both absolutely had to have and was prized above all the other stuff in the backpack.
I tried to elicit help from the Neapolitans on the sidewalk, but my Italian was not so bene, as they say.
I had to go to the rental car office at the airport to report the incident and get a new car. There, I met two other American who had the same thing happen to them in a different part of town. Off to the American consulate next to get a temporary passport, then back to the Navy base to report what had happened.
When I got home, Mom asked if I thought my passport would be used for some nefarious plot. "I don't think the Italian Boy Scouts robbed me, Mom!"
By the way, the new passport photograph showed an angry and disappointed Nosmo King. The scowl on my face told the story.