- b.c.,
Monday afternoon I was in my backyard doing as i had done many times before, sitting awhile in the sun... doing some yard work and cleanup... I was nude except for a wet sleeveless undershirt I happened to have on. The sun was hot and I was scrubbing and hosing the back wall of my home. Being nude is a particular advantage when doing such a job because it doesn't matter how wet (or hot) one gets.
Only the difference that day was that the stuff I was cleaning from the siding was the remnants of a 5 ft. high water line. A year ago to the day, I had boarded up my N.O. East home, took one last look at my backyard place of solitude (it was very private), and left as did hundreds of thousands of others... (and we were the lucky ones). So somehow it seemed only fitting that I should spend that day, back there again, puttering around in the manner I had become accustomed to.
While I was so engaged I heard (and felt) the beat of 'copter blades from overhead. I looked up and a procession of dark green wide bodied helicopters came into view, flying from the northeast, directly over my head. They weren't very low but not high... close enough... and my first impulse was to wave to them (as most nudists do when "visited" in this manner) but I didn't. I just watched them pass over (in a stately manner) until they were out of sight. I noticed on one of them the Stars and Stripes, which I almost didn't see as the craft was almost directly overhead.
Anyway, I later told the missus all about it. She said "Hoibert (not my real name), dat wuz de President!!" (Seems he flew into N.O. from Mississippi that afternoon aboard a helicopter).
"Well, DAMN bae!" I sez. "Iffin I had knew DAT, I woulda saluted!" :wink:
"Jockomo feena nay" (Trad.)
Only the difference that day was that the stuff I was cleaning from the siding was the remnants of a 5 ft. high water line. A year ago to the day, I had boarded up my N.O. East home, took one last look at my backyard place of solitude (it was very private), and left as did hundreds of thousands of others... (and we were the lucky ones). So somehow it seemed only fitting that I should spend that day, back there again, puttering around in the manner I had become accustomed to.
While I was so engaged I heard (and felt) the beat of 'copter blades from overhead. I looked up and a procession of dark green wide bodied helicopters came into view, flying from the northeast, directly over my head. They weren't very low but not high... close enough... and my first impulse was to wave to them (as most nudists do when "visited" in this manner) but I didn't. I just watched them pass over (in a stately manner) until they were out of sight. I noticed on one of them the Stars and Stripes, which I almost didn't see as the craft was almost directly overhead.
Anyway, I later told the missus all about it. She said "Hoibert (not my real name), dat wuz de President!!" (Seems he flew into N.O. from Mississippi that afternoon aboard a helicopter).
"Well, DAMN bae!" I sez. "Iffin I had knew DAT, I woulda saluted!" :wink:
"Jockomo feena nay" (Trad.)