Most Friday nights at the naval station in Bermuda, we would assemble at the officers club after work. One Friday, Rick, a newly married ensign, insisted he had to leave at 6 p.m. We all tried to talk him into staying, but hed promised his bride hed be home by six. I offered to call home for Rick. When his wife answered the phone, I said, Rick has been kidnapped. Put five dollars in small, unmarked bills in a plain brown paper bag and throw it in the door of the officers club. Then I hung up. A short time later, a waiter brought a grocery bag to our table. In it were Ricks baseball glove, a tennis racket, and a teddy bear. Attached to the bear was a note: Rick can play kidnapped until 7 p.m. Then he must come home.
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 08:56:28 +0000
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