I miss the days when Dad or his buddy could walk into the local cafe, make a motion like a crappie was on the crappie pole and walk out without saying a word. 30 minutes later we were on the way to the water ...
I've had far more expensive, as far as percentage of income goes ... The difference being he takes private jets to see his, and I learned how to live on submarines to get away from mine.
I really want to call him Meechie. That was the nickname of our HS quarterback, Demetrius, and a great guy. I just apologize in advance if that slips out one day. At least you know there is nothing nefarious behind it.