I awoke this morning to a strange moaning sound. Jon was already up and reading and he was not the source. While doing morning ablutions in the bathroom I heard the sound again. I thought it might be the train in Lake Elmo which we hear faintly on cold mornings, (It is a cold morning.) and related that to Jon. He reminded me it was his new screen saver installed yesterday. Sure enough, the aquarium on his screen was emitting whale sounds and bubble noises.
Whale sounds brings back another memory of my dear mate. A few years ago, probably more like ten, we listened to a tape of Jeff Foxworthy while driving on a highway in Florida. We had never heard of him and found his routines hilarious. Passing motorists would have given us wide berth if they had noted how out-of-control we were, consumed with laughter. It is hard to drive with tears in your eyes. One of the stories Jeff told was about his father. As he got older he spent more time in the bathroom and sometimes the kids heard groans and moans that sounded like a whale coming from the room. He told that better than I.
A few weeks later we went to breakfast at a Country Kitchen in River Falls. Andy was about ten yrs.old. Jon excused himself to go to the “jon” with Andy. Andy came back to the table in minutes. We waited for Jon. We waited and waited. Finally I sent Andy back to the bathroom to check on his father. Both came out. Jon had a big grin on his face. Here is the story he told: They went to the bathroom together and Jon went into a stall. He then proceeded to make “whale sounds” (moaning, groaning noises). Andy did his business and promptly left. Jon continued with his performance thinking Andy was the only one in the bathroom, until another gentleman knocked on the stall door and asked “Are you okay in there?” He affirmed he was, but then stayed in the stall—too embarrassed to meet this guy. He stayed on until a few more people had cycled through the men’s room so he would not be identified. The whale sounds this morning brought back some memories. Life is never dull around here.
Whale sounds brings back another memory of my dear mate. A few years ago, probably more like ten, we listened to a tape of Jeff Foxworthy while driving on a highway in Florida. We had never heard of him and found his routines hilarious. Passing motorists would have given us wide berth if they had noted how out-of-control we were, consumed with laughter. It is hard to drive with tears in your eyes. One of the stories Jeff told was about his father. As he got older he spent more time in the bathroom and sometimes the kids heard groans and moans that sounded like a whale coming from the room. He told that better than I.
A few weeks later we went to breakfast at a Country Kitchen in River Falls. Andy was about ten yrs.old. Jon excused himself to go to the “jon” with Andy. Andy came back to the table in minutes. We waited for Jon. We waited and waited. Finally I sent Andy back to the bathroom to check on his father. Both came out. Jon had a big grin on his face. Here is the story he told: They went to the bathroom together and Jon went into a stall. He then proceeded to make “whale sounds” (moaning, groaning noises). Andy did his business and promptly left. Jon continued with his performance thinking Andy was the only one in the bathroom, until another gentleman knocked on the stall door and asked “Are you okay in there?” He affirmed he was, but then stayed in the stall—too embarrassed to meet this guy. He stayed on until a few more people had cycled through the men’s room so he would not be identified. The whale sounds this morning brought back some memories. Life is never dull around here.
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