"Short Wave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Fri, 29 Aug 2008 20:49:47 -0400, "D.Duck" wrote:

Most of these guys were old when I was doing it about ten years ago. Now
of
course they're allot older and some have departed.

It was interesting.

I've got a great celebrity story - wanna hear it?

I don't want to hear it, but I'd gladly read it.

On Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:26:20 -0400, "D.Duck" wrote:


"Short Wave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Fri, 29 Aug 2008 20:49:47 -0400, "D.Duck" wrote:

Most of these guys were old when I was doing it about ten years ago. Now
of
course they're allot older and some have departed.

It was interesting.

I've got a great celebrity story - wanna hear it?

I don't want to hear it, but I'd gladly read it.

Long story short: July 11th, 2000 I was the responding medic to the
scene of an accident in Pomfret - motorcycle out of control, major
injuries. Responded to the scene, yada, yada, yada - got the guy to
the hospital and then to UMASS via ambulance because weather was too
bad for Lifeflight.

Fast forward to July 11th, 2004 (entirely by coincidence by the way) -
Ireland (often noted by me as "THE TRIP FROM HELL") with Mrs. Wave to
visit her relatives she had never met, an aunt/uncle and cousins. Mrs.
Wave and her relatives were taking a tour of some of the local sites
and I had made arrangements to do some salmon fishing with a local
club fishing guide.

I showedup at the club and my guide was a no-show. The club manager
was very nice about it and made arrangements to join another guide
with his fisherman in the club's biggest boat.

Introductions all around, blah, blah, blah - guys name is Bill. We're
fishing, swapping stories and having a grand old time. At one point,
Bill asks me "Have we ever met?". Nope - not as far as I know. He
asks me where I'm from and I said Woodstock, CT. He says that he had
a motorcycle accident - BOING - light goes off, now I remember him -
small world, yada, yada, yada - great time is had by all.

We got back to the launch and Mrs. Wave and her aunt/uncle are
standing there staring at me as I was talking to the guide and Bill,
shook hands and walked over to Mrs. Wave and company. Mrs. Wave looks
at me and says "You have no idea who that is do you?" to which I
reply, "I certainly do - guys name is Bill and guess what - he was in
a motorcycle accident in Pomfret four years ago today?"

Mrs. Wave says - "No dummy - that's Liam Neeson". To which I said
"Who"? Mrs. Wave says - "Schindler's List - Gangs of New York?"

"Nope - doesn't ring a bell."

"Star Wars?" she finally says.

I looked at her, looked at him - light goes off - Qui-Gon Jinn!!! Holy
S--T!! I was fishing with a Jedi Knight!!

I love that story. :)

"Short Wave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Fri, 29 Aug 2008 22:26:20 -0400, "D.Duck" wrote:


"Short Wave Sportfishing" wrote in message
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On Fri, 29 Aug 2008 20:49:47 -0400, "D.Duck" wrote:

Most of these guys were old when I was doing it about ten years ago.
Now
of
course they're allot older and some have departed.

It was interesting.

I've got a great celebrity story - wanna hear it?

I don't want to hear it, but I'd gladly read it.

Long story short: July 11th, 2000 I was the responding medic to the
scene of an accident in Pomfret - motorcycle out of control, major
injuries. Responded to the scene, yada, yada, yada - got the guy to
the hospital and then to UMASS via ambulance because weather was too
bad for Lifeflight.

Fast forward to July 11th, 2004 (entirely by coincidence by the way) -
Ireland (often noted by me as "THE TRIP FROM HELL") with Mrs. Wave to
visit her relatives she had never met, an aunt/uncle and cousins. Mrs.
Wave and her relatives were taking a tour of some of the local sites
and I had made arrangements to do some salmon fishing with a local
club fishing guide.

I showedup at the club and my guide was a no-show. The club manager
was very nice about it and made arrangements to join another guide
with his fisherman in the club's biggest boat.

Introductions all around, blah, blah, blah - guys name is Bill. We're
fishing, swapping stories and having a grand old time. At one point,
Bill asks me "Have we ever met?". Nope - not as far as I know. He
asks me where I'm from and I said Woodstock, CT. He says that he had
a motorcycle accident - BOING - light goes off, now I remember him -
small world, yada, yada, yada - great time is had by all.

We got back to the launch and Mrs. Wave and her aunt/uncle are
standing there staring at me as I was talking to the guide and Bill,
shook hands and walked over to Mrs. Wave and company. Mrs. Wave looks
at me and says "You have no idea who that is do you?" to which I
reply, "I certainly do - guys name is Bill and guess what - he was in
a motorcycle accident in Pomfret four years ago today?"

Mrs. Wave says - "No dummy - that's Liam Neeson". To which I said
"Who"? Mrs. Wave says - "Schindler's List - Gangs of New York?"

"Nope - doesn't ring a bell."

"Star Wars?" she finally says.

I looked at her, looked at him - light goes off - Qui-Gon Jinn!!! Holy
S--T!! I was fishing with a Jedi Knight!!

I love that story. :)


That's a neat Story.

As I was reading along I was thinking to myself that *Bill* would turn out
to be, gasp, Bill Clinton. I guess even a
Marine would have recognized the ex-POTUS. 8)

After a concert at Silver Springs I was driving Jerry Lee Lewis back to the
Ocala airport to drop him off at his chartered Lear Jet. Jerry was
accompanied on this trip by his latest main squeeze, a pudgy, twenty
something year old. He seems to always have had an affinity for girls
younger than him.

This particular trip was not in a stretch limo but a conventional Lincoln
Town Car. The two of them were conversing in the back seat. From the
conversation I don't think they had known each other very long. During
their chat the subject of his much publicized marriage to his *very* young
cousin came up. He was emphatic that at the time of the marriage she was
NOT 13, as reported in the press, she was 14.

Jerry's companion was apparently apprehensive about flying. When we arrived
at the airport I was allowed to drive him out onto the tarmac to the waiting
plane. When they had left Memphis earlier in the day the weather report was
for some nasty wx there. The girl was concerned. The pilot took them into
the flight office to check out the latest wx report for the trip to Memphis.
The pilot said it may be a little bumpy but certainly nothing to worry
about.

Jerry asked the pilot how much liability insurance he was covered by in case
of a crash. The pilot said $10 million. Jerry looked at the young thing,
then at the pilot and said, "for that money, put 'er down". This did not
sit well with the girl. Her eyes looked like the proverbial deer's eyes in
the headlights. They boarded the plane and flew off into the sunset.