- Linda is my mom's best friend (since they were kids)
- Janet is my mom
- This is written from my dad's perspective
Life after 60
Just when you think the day’s adventures are over, we can always count on Linda to bring on another one. This one started with a number of federal agents escorting a naval admiral to a restaurant right across the driveway from our time share. They were still there after several hours when we decided to walk over to our friends time share. As we came out, the feds and the admiral were in the process of leaving. The vehicles they were using had flashing lights which attracted the attention of passersby, not to mention the suited guys with the serious faces.
After they pulled away, Linda, Janet and I were standing in front of the Red Parrot restaurant where the admiral had his dinner. A coupe of young fellows came up and asked Linda what was going on and who the important person was. As Linda was explaining to them what she knew, out of nowhere (as Linda put it afterwards) she let loose with a very harsh sounding shot of gas. (That’s a fart for those of you who prefer bluntness.) I was standing a good 30 feet away and was surprised at the decibel level at which it was delivered. The two fellows she was talking to said, “Whoa!” (one of them even jumped back) and quickly walked away not waiting to hear the rest of the story or anything else she might have stored up.
I disappeared around the corner doubled over in laughter. Janet was so impressed by the sheer power of it, all she could say was, “Awesome!” And poor Linda was trying to understand how something that powerful could appear without warning. From then on for the next 10 minutes, all we could do was wheeze.