Hi! Nice to meeet you Gretel. Any friend of wwh is a friend of mine.
Doc Bill and I had interesting conversations; sorta like two bank robbers faulting each other for robbing banks. I've a collection of "Uncle Bill" stories registered in the memory banks here on AWAD but my own instigations to these stories are not recorded so I'll just guess at the context when necessary. Here's one...
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SWIMMING UNDER WATER
Dear Milo: Speaking of g.g.son swimming under water reminded
me of incident that might amuse you.
Before I had the acute
labyrinthitis of which may have told you, I lived in Levertt
House, close to Weld Boathouse, and could go out in single
to scull up the Charles. One day as I was coming back,
opposite the other boathouse (for the eights) a guy in a
speedboat started harrassing me by cicling me. He made
a wake that tossed my single violently. By gripping the oar
handles firmly in my lap, I survived about three circles.
But an extra violent wave make me lose grip on on oar,
and instantly I was upside down. As I went over, I knew
how I was going to get revenge. I unlaced my feet, came up
under the single with lots of air trapped under the hull,
overbreathed vigorously. I could hear the guy exclaiming
'Why doesn't he come up? They're supposed to be able to
swim!'
He couldn't see me,the Charles was so dark brown.
I did a sneaky surface dive, and swam underwater, and
came up under the landing apron of the eight boathouse,
without anyone one seeing me. And waited until Charles
River police boat arrived, and heard the cop say to the
guy:'You could be charged with manslaughter!' I waited
until cop had finished filling out the ticket, then
feebly called:'Help!'.
I can't remember how
I got out from under that pier, or how I got back to
my room. Fortunately nobody questioned me about how
I got under the landing pier float.
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