It's tough taking a picture in an airplane looking backward without being able to see the camera screen. But, on other hand, maybe it's for the better.
Joey writes:
"Up early. Breeze-In dough-nuts.
Excellent. The Pilot's not too excited to see us. Snowing again. We
wait. Wait some more. A break. Word on the street is the mail plane
made it to Tenakee, we're off. Same as before, load the gear, squeeze
in the plane. Dog's not happy. Unfortunately, by this time Poseidon
has heard of our attempt. A wall of clouds awaits as we approach the
inlet. Another circle but but he's a patient god, more patient than
our pilot. Back to Juneau. Ferry in the morning, enough with this
flying shit. The Dog likes the plan.
Dinner of italian and some Old Ale.
Not sure what's in the beer but it's good. Maybe too much, spades gets a bit heated. Allow me to explain the
game. Spades is a team game, but being cards you don't actually work
as a team because you can't see your teammates cards. The goal is
simple, try to have the highest card of the suit played. If you don't
have the suit being played you can play a spade and trump the hand
and take it. The odd things about the game is after you've been dealt
your cards you must bet on how well you think you will do. Under
perform and you lose big.
This evening's teams are the Bob's vs. Bill
and I. Bob seems to hate the game, Dr. Bob loves it. Nice pair. Bill
plays a diamond, Dr. Bob plays an ace, unbeatable. I play a diamond,
don't have a chance. Bob plays a spade. Hand is his. Being trumped by
his own teammate Dr. Bob shoots, "You Fool!". I can't see
through the tears. Must be something in the Old Ale. Doesn't matter
the cards are in their favor we lose.
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