Big Man Boat Seat

A
Goodbye
Kiss

The Board Meeting had come to an end.
Bob started to stand up
and jostled the table,spilling his coffee over his notes.
"How embarrassing. I am
getting so clumsy in my old age."

Everyone had a good laugh,
and soon we were all
telling stories of our most
embarrassing moments. It
came around to Frank who
sat quietly listening to the
others. Someone said,
"Come on, Frank. Tell us
your most embarrassing
moment."

Frank laughed and began
to tell us of his childhood.
"I grew up in San Pedro.
My Dad was a fisherman, and he loved the sea. He
had his own boat, but it
was hard making a living on the sea. He worked hard
and would stay out until he
caught enough to feed the
family. Not just enough for
our family, but also for his
Mom and Dad and the other
kids that were still at home."

He looked at us and said, "I
wish you could have met my Dad.
He was a big man,
and he was strong from
pulling the nets and
fighting the seas for his catch.
When you got close to him
, he smelled like the
ocean. He would wear his
old canvas, foul-weather
coat and his bibbed overalls.
His rain hat would be pulled down over his brow.
No matter how much
my Mother washed them,
they would still smell of the
sea and of fish."

Frank's voice dropped a bit.
"When the weather was
bad he would drive me to
school. He had this old
truck that he used in his
fishing business. That truck
was older than he was. It
would wheeze and rattle down the road.
You could hear it coming for blocks.
As he would drive toward the school,
I would shrink down into the seat
hoping to disappear.
Half the time, he would slam to a stop
and the old truck would
belch a cloud of smoke.
He would pull right up in front,
and it seemed like
everybody would be
standing around and
watching.
Then he would lean over and give me a big
kiss on the cheek
and tell me to be a good boy. It was so embarrassing for me.
Here, I was twelve years old,
and my Dad would lean over and kiss me goodbye!"

He paused and then went on,
"I remember the day I
decided I was too old for a
goodbye kiss.
When we got to the school and came to a stop,
he had his usual big
smile. He started to lean toward me,
but I put my hand up and said,
'No, Dad.'

It was the first time I had
ever talked to him that way,
and he had this surprised look on his face.

I said, 'Dad, I'm too old for a goodbye kiss.
I'm too old for any kind of kiss.'

My Dad looked at me for the longest time,
and his eyes started to tear up.
I had never seen him cry.
He turned and looked out the windshield.
'You're right,' he said.
'You are a big boy....a man.
I won't kiss you anymore.'"

Frank got a funny look on his face,
and the tears began to well up in his eyes, as he spoke.
"It wasn't long after that when
my Dad went to sea
and never came back.
It was a day when most of the fleet stayed in,
but not Dad.
He had a big family to feed.
They found his boat adrift
with its nets half in and half out.
He must have gotten into a gale
and was trying to save the nets and the floats."

I looked at Frank and saw
that tears were running
down his cheeks.
Frank spoke again.
"Guys, you don't know what I would
give to have my Dad give
me just one more kiss on the cheek....
to feel his
rough old face....
to smell the ocean on him....
to feel his arm around my neck.
I wish I had been a man then.
If I had been a man,
I would never have told my Dad
I was too old for a goodbye kiss."

Fishermen have to go out to sea way early in the morning, if not for days or weeks at a time. No way he could have been driving the kids to school, sorry.

2007-07-17 08:33:55 by KAYKAY;;LiKE WHOA♥

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1)a cylinderical tank has a diameter of 14m and a height of 20m. the tank is being filled with water and the water level is rising at 8cm/min. what is the rate of volume increasing when the tank is half full?
2)A small island (I) is 12 km from the nearest point P on the straight shoreline of a large lake. A town (T) is 23 km down the shore from P. If a man on the island can row at 6 km /h and can walk at 10 km/h, how many kilometers from the town should he land his boat in order to arrive in town in the shortest time possible?
3)A cafe with a seating capacity of 60 or less can expect a monthly profit of $45 per seat. If the seating capacity grows beyond 60, the monthly profit per seat decreases by $0.30 for each added seat. What seating capacity will give the maximum profit?
4)A water trough has an isosceles triangular cross section that is 60 m across the top and 12 m deep. The trough is 2 m long. It is being filled at a rate of 0.7 m3/minute. How fast does the water level rise when the deepest point is 1 m deep? Enter your answer rounded to 3 decimal places.

1) V = pi r^2 h
dV/dt = pi r^2 dh/dt

2) Distance rowed = sqrt (144 + x^2), Distance walked = (23 - x)
Total time = distance rowed/6 + distance walked/10
= sqrt(144 + x^2)/6 + (23 - x)/10
dT/dx = x/[6 sqrt(144 + x^2)] - 1/10 = 0
Solve for x

3) P = 2700 + (45 - 0.3x)x, dP/dx = 45 - 0.6x = 0
Solve for x

4) V = 0.5 bhl = bh = 5h^2
b = 5h
dV/dt = 10h dh/dt

2009-06-22 05:54:42 by Salman A

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Don't give us a bad name

There was a blonde driving down the road listening to the radio. The announcer was telling blonde joke after blonde joke until the blonde was so mad that she turned her radio off. A mile down the road, she saw another blonde out in a corn field in a boat rowing. The blonde stopped her car jumped out and yelled, "It's blondes like you that give us all a bad name. If I could swim I'd come out there and give you what's coming to you!

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An extremely loyal fan
There was a Packers fan with a really crappy seat at Lambeau. Looking with his binoculars, he spotted an empty seat on the 50-yard line. Thinking to himself "what a waste" he made his way down to the empty seat.

When he arrived at the seat, he asked the man sitting next to it, "Is this seat taken?" The man replied, "This was my wife's seat. She passed away. She was a big Packers fan." The other man replied,"I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. May I ask why you didn't give the ticket to a friend or a relative?"

The man replied, "They're all at the funeral."

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Taking the final exam
Two college basketball players were taking an important final exam. If they failed, they would be on academic probation and not allowed to play in the big game the following week. The exam was fill-in-the-blank.

The last question read, "Old MacDonald had a ________."

Bubba was stumped. He had no idea what to answer. But he knew he needed to get this one right to be sure he passed.

Making sure the professor wasn't watching, he tapped Tiny on the shoulder. "Pssst. Tiny. What's the answer to the last question?"

Tiny laughed. He looked around to make sure the professor hadn't noticed then he turned to Bubba. "Bubba, you're so stupid. Everyone knows Old MacDonald had a FARM."

"Oh yeah," said Bubba. "I remember now."

He picked up his No. 2 pencil and started to write the answer in the blank. He stopped. Tapping Tiny's shoulder again, he whispered, "Tiny, how do you spell farm?"

"You are really dumb, Bubba. That's so easy. Farm is spelled E-I-E-I-O."

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Blonde Car Accident
One day, while a blonde was out driving her car, she ran into a truck.

The truck's driver made her pull over into a parking lot and get out of the car.

He took a piece of chalk and drew a circle on the pavement. He told her to stand in the middle and not leave the circle.

Furious, he went over to her car and slashed the tires.

The blonde started laughing.

This made the man angrier so he smashed her windshield.

This time the blonde laughed even harder.

Livid, the man broke all her windows and keyed her car.

The blonde is now laughing hysterically, so the truck driver asks her what's so funny.

The blonde giggles and replies, "When you weren't looking, I stepped out of the circle three times!"
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I did not write them, I just found them online. :)

those are all really good!! did you come up with those yourself? im gonna use those if you dont mind!! thanks :]]]

2009-09-28 19:53:06 by Camille

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It's all good

As I was walking out of the room, I saw a women kick her child. Why? Because the child was crying, isn’t it obvious? Isn’t it normal, in the day of today, to hit your child? Your so-called loved one, the fruit of your womb?
Apparently so…I started walking down the dark street, barely stopping myself from kicking the woman and asking her how it felt. No, “That would be wrong”, my dad had always said to my thoughts of revenge and on how justice should be accomplished.
But I was not he, and I probably would have kicked her if I had not been in a hurry. I had to get to the boat before they went without me. I crossed the road to get to the port, it smelled like rotting fish and urine. How delightful. They were there with some other people, in front of the boat, talking with shushed voices. And of course, looking like the delinquents they were.
I nodded at them and listened to what they said. It wasn’t concerning me so I sat in the boat, wetting my ass. I looked straight ahead of me, wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.
Jorck, the big guy, sat behind me and Janice next to me. The body bag was under my seat, folded over many times. That really had me thinking what they had done to the poor man when I left after he died, but again, none of my business.
We got to a point where the river was deepest; Jorck helped me get the body bag out from under the seat. Damn that man was heavy!
Janice spat on the bag as a sign of good luck, Jorck chuckled but I wasn’t amused at all, nothing funny in killing a man. In taking a life, that wasn’t yours to take. Hurting a life form, that was created to live, in peace and serenity.
Back on the port I roamed around to see if I could find some cheap fish to buy, or even steal. There was only a black cat that kept following me around, curling its tail around my legs. I picked the cat up, wrapped it in my coat and headed home. On the way I passed a market, quickly put some fruit in my pockets and bought a big very cheap bottle of watered down milk.
I turned the key in the front door of the condominium where I lived. Magda was cleaning the floor with a brown rag. She was on her knees and her fingers were all red on the point of bleeding. I walked over to her and said hi. I never talk to anyone but her. I like her. She responded with a “hi” in a very low voice without even raising her head. I lifted up her head by the chin and saw a slash of pain go thought her eyes. Her cheek had been cut from her ear to the corner of her lips.
I knew who had done this. Bort was her farther and the manager of the condominium. She still lived with him because after all she was only 15. He had mistreated her all her life. He had done things to her some people couldn’t and wouldn’t even imagine. I hated him and truly wanted to kill him. I wanted to take his life for what he had done to his own daughter’s life.
I lifted Magda to her feet and brought her up to my apartment. She was reluctant afraid that her farther would find out. She trusted me thought. Magda and I had talked once about the situation with her farther. She had told me she didn’t love her him and she didn’t have sympathy for his stupidity. She wouldn’t think twice about soaring him the most violent of deaths.
I helped Magda walk up the stares mostly carrying her. She was just skins and bones, hardly ate anything. I lay her on my bed, and gave her a glass of warm milk with some honey I had stolen from a grocery shop the week before. After a while she fell asleep with the black cat snuggled tight in her bony arms.
After much thought of the proceedings I took the gun that I kept hidden under the broken kitchen stove and put it in my pants.
I walked down to the first floor where Bort was yelling at the old lady who lived on the second floor. She couldn’t pay her rent just as well as the rest of the tenants. All he ever used the money for was booze and even when nobody could pay him he still reeked of alcohol.
Bort hit the old lady on the face and she fell at his feet. He started kicking her while yelling some drunken nonsense. I got up close enough to feel his heartbeat. I took out the gun and shot him. I didn’t feel disgust for myself for having killed him; all I felt was relief.
Bort had been the cause of so much unhappiness for so many people. He was just a problem with no reason to live. In that moment I didn’t care that the problem had been a human, with a life and emotions…so to speak.
I took his life to spare one that could still be saved.

Not bad.....not bad at all...

2010-06-02 01:30:57 by bodymods.rock

It was October 10, 1942 the War was spreading rapidly. I knew the Japanese did not make the right decision starting a war. I never liked wars, but I loved my country, and I was a man of sacrifice. I believed one person’s death by saving millions, is worth it. I believe that if you are not willing to make a sacrifice, than you are just selfish. My mother is dead, and so is my father. This is because when they bombed, it was the end of their life. From that day on I have wanted to pay them back. Chris, my older brother who lived with his wife and three children, lived in Hawaii too, but was too far to get killed. I lived near him. I lived with my wife, Sarah, and my very young child, who is two, Mia. Sarah is afraid I will die but all I say is, “It is better than having the U.S. fail.”
The next day I got into my uniform. Sarah came in holding Mia. “Juan, why are you doing this?” I looked at her and told her a something just as I did before. “Because I want my country to succeed, not to fail.” She looked as if she were about to die with sadness. Mia, just holding on to Sarah, suddenly pushed herself out of her arms, and went over to me. I looked into her eyes, I saw the glory of the amazing thing I had created, but I had no other choice, I had to go, and I will officially keep my country in happiness, not disaster. I picked up Mia and held her in my arms. It was as if I were holding an angel.

I had to go though; it was a responsibility I had to attend. I walked for the front door as I was taken from the tight hug of Sarah. “Don’t die out there,” she whispered in my ear. Then, I turned around and gave Mia a big hug, but it was time to leave. So I said goodbye to all, and waved, then saluted to Mia, and turned away. I got in the car, and drove. I got to the part of town where I had to stop, and go to the boats.
I ran to the boat I was going to go to, but wait, what is this. I read a news paper I found laying on the ground.
Nazis taken over Jews. Concentration Camps everywhere, thousands dying all because of one man, Hitler!
Hitler! Hitler is killing thousands, millions of Jews. Why didn’t I think of this before? I rushed down the aisle, and ran to the German boat.
I got into a seat, not most comfortable, but bearable. There was a man sitting right next to me. He had a long beard with gray hair. As soon as I got comfortable he started talking. “When I was a kid,” he told me as I listened closely. “A war was just ending. Now there is a new one.” This man made me think. The man started talking again, this time he talked louder. Maybe he thought I was not listening. “Is our country doing things wrong?”

There was also another Man sitting across from me and he started talking after the old man stopped. “What a crazy world we’liv’in. Wouldn’t ya say. With all these wors and all. I’m surprised we even survive.” I just did a slight nod, because I was thinking of something else. Where is Sarah right now? Is she mad at me? Just as I said that I saw someone that looked familiar. Wait, is that John? That is! John is a best friend of mine. We will lots of the time come over to each other’s house and have a barbeque or something, the ladies will talk, and the children will play. John has a child of his own. We would also sometimes play the guitar, even though we are not good at it though.

We’re leaving for Germany in two minutes! Two Minutes, to Germany! I sat back in my small bunk and tried to sit quietly. I got out my book and started reading it, but before I could even get done with the page John came over and wacked me on the head. “Boy am I glad to see you!” I was 30 years old but I still acted childish. We talked for the two minutes until the flight navigator told everyone to get set for the ocean. So John moved his stuff over to his bunk



TWO DAYS LATER

Now we were into sea just enough so that we could barely see land. The ocean to my opinion was the prettiest place to live. In the open water, just to think that we were surrounded my sea animals. I got out my journal and started writing.
The open waters we live in now, just to think, we are not alone. To help the helpless Jews we seek, finding our way to Germany.
I knew I was not the best writer, but I did do it for fun to let the time pass. I got out my book and started reading. I was reading Seven Pillars of Wisdom.
Waiting off Suez was the LAMA, a small converted liner; and in her we left immediately. Such short voyages on warships were delicious interludes for us passengers. On this occasion, however, there was some embarrassment. Our mixed party seemed to disturb the ship's company in their own element.
I read these sentences and thought that I did a good choice of what I would choose to read. I continued on.
The juniors had turned out of their berths to give us night space, and by day we filled their living rooms with irregular talk. Storrs' intolerant brain seldom stooped to company. But to-day he was more abrupt than
After it says, I was reading Seven Pillars of Wisdom, there needs to be a paragraph after that because that is what he was reading.
The rest of the story:

The juniors had turned out of their berths to give us night space, and by day we filled their living rooms with irregular talk. Storrs' intolerant brain seldom stooped to company. But to-day he was more abrupt than usual. He turned twice around the decks, sniffed, 'No one worth talking to', and sat down in one of the two comfortable armchairs, to begin a discussion of Debussy with Aziz el Masri (in the other). Aziz, the Arab-Circassian ex-colonel in the Turkish Army, now general in the Sherifian Army, was on his way to discuss with the Emir of Mecca the equipment and standing of the Arab regulars he was forming at Rabegh. A few minutes later they had left Debussy, and were depreciating Wagner: Aziz in fluent German, and Storrs in German, French and Arabic. The ship's officers fou…
I read on until John jumped in to only read my page out loud. “Waiting off!” he yelled, yet quietly yelled. When he interrupted me I noticed the horrible place I was sitting in.
At the bottom of the five bunks I was sitting at, but there were about five bunks crushed together. John had his guitar on his bunk. There was dust everywhere, so I decided that it would be better to see the outside. I grabbed my notebook outside and started writing.
The ocean waters hit the boat, colors drifting as the sun sets.
Sometimes John could get a little annoying, probably because of how playful and active he was. I enjoyed the cool breeze and the sound of the peaceful waves as calm down. The sunset reflected off the water.
It got dark and I could see the stars in the night sky. I could see Orion’s belt with the three stars, and as I looked at those stars, I wondered if there was someone else out there, in space, getting ready for war, or if every other planet was a peace planet. That would be some planet! There are stars out there too. Then I thought about Mia, how she would yell “STA STA,” when she saw a star. How much I missed her, my family.
I have been out of the country before, without my family just like this time, but for some reason, this was different. I felt sadder than ever before, why was that? Was it because of it being a war this time? Or was this a sign I would die?

HONEST! Note any errors I have. Do not just say it is bad, say why or what I am doing wrong. HONEST!
This is just the first chapter, he is a guy who is going to help the Jews and risks his life to safe them, but he was not real. If he was, he would have safed half of the Jews that died, including Anne Frank.

It's good, I'd give it 3 out of 5 stars. Emotions are key to a good story.
Describing the scenery would have made it better though,
Maybe "Hitler's Rage Of Fury.."
or something along those lines,
hope you think mine's the best answer =]

2009-05-11 08:19:00 by carbarawr