Thank you PKH, I really thought afterwards that I had gone on too much, but thankfully you didn't mind! Jenny and her friends cannot believe how I remember all the stuff that has happened to me, well I've had fun right through everything, work, sickness, school even funerals! ( My mate Glenn and I hollered when my dad almost fell in his stepfather's grave while lowering the coffin!!) The minister told us to behave ourselves ( with a grin on his face!!) OK see you later!
Robbie-So sorry I didn't get around to reading your tale sooner (been very busy today). I do believe I know the little shop area where you got your tatoo (and the STORY of your tatoo!). You are quite correct, it is Quechee. The great thing about posting the covered bridge was that it reminded you of one of your many experiences. Then, when asked about the tatoo, you not only told about THAT experience but the experience with the moray eel, which almost had me peeing my pants as well! (Difference is, you had on a bathing suit. I have on my jammies! ) Keep those stories coming. We are all small children at your feet, waiting for the next tale!
Another good shot, that barn has seen a few winters! OK my tattoo. After selling my business I went for a walkabout.......three years to be exact! My first driving spree was 5 weeks around New England. I was driving up North Vermont or New Hampshire and saw an old Harley on a tree trunk. The sign said tattoos but an address was given way down south of there I think and I was pretty sure it was Quechee or very near there. When I drove down I remember a row of outlet stores near a junction. Shoes, Christmas store and other stuff, that is all I can remember. I always wanted a tattoo so I called the number and a girl made the appointment. I drove in and there was a newer big old Harley in the driveway. A girl met me and said she was the tattooist. So I told her I wanted a shark on my right shoulder. An hour later I had it. It was really cool but I must say it was painful! I also felt a bit nauseous halfway through which she warned me might happen. The big old Harley was hers and she rode between the two towns each week giving tattoos. Your puzzle last night reminded me. I do regret not writing a log, but I do have lots of photo albums and so many puzzles remind me of places and stories. I do want to even out my shoulders with a tattoo of a Moray Eel peeking out of a rock on my left. Dad and I had a favourite cave/hole where we knew we could find monster lobsters. It was only about 10 feet deep between two Islands where the water would flow quickly. We would dive and stick our head inside to look around. We only found one once a year or less, the largest was almost 11 LBS and the smallest was no less than 6 or 7 LBS. One problem for me was once I stuck my head in, saw a lobster, pulled the rubber on my lance and.......looked to my left........there was this ugly green moray eel with his mouth opening and closing and beedy eyes boring right through me!! I dropped my lance, peed my bathing suit and pushed out of there like a rocket!! I was so scared I couldn't speak properly! I thank my lucky stars that eel didn't chase me, dad was mad because I didn't spear the lobster and my mate just cracked up!! Dad had to go get the lance and the lobster and didn't worry about the eel. So that is why I want an eel, at least I'll know he will be friendly! Whew, sorry I think I went in overdrive again.
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