Diving
makes you incredibly hungry and the dive boat knew all about keeping
the passengers fed. There
was always food ready or cooking and plenty for all which was quite a
feat considering that is hard to do for a group of teenage boys on
dry land. The cook who had the whole thing on lock was a rather
sturdily built young lady named Kim. If I were told that she was a
coal mining, veteran of a foreign war, and a man in a wig I would not
have been remotely surprised. As an inside joke my friend, brother
and I started secretly calling her Kim-Burly with a growly emphasis
on the Burly. She was an amazing cook and really nice so I kind of
feel guilty for calling her that, even behind her back. I never saw
Kim again but the joke name can be recycled anytime that I see a
power-framed woman named Kim. So basically daily.
