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The crews dining room years ago was sort of family "freedom hall". In there, we told hilarious stories about the passengers, vented our rage about various insults, pondered about the weather and flood stage, etc. We were ALL family in the crews' dining room...no pecking order there. One of our old employees, Mose England, was a waiter. He had gone nearly completely deaf, so we concocted a communication system to accomodate his hearing loss. When he'd give us the choices for the dinner menu, we'd sorta act out our choice...like if we wanted beef, we'd put our fingers above our heads and go "MOOOOO", the fingers being antlers. If we wanted chicken, we'd flap our arms and go "Buck Buck Buck Buck!" If we wanted fish, we'd make that goldfish face with our lipslike ya used to do when you were a child. Lamb was "baaaaaaaah". Well that got to be pretty funny, needless to say, but after awhile it just became our second language. So, when my mother and I took a long motor trip out West, we had to remind ourselves not to go "Mooooo" in fine restaurants. Mary, what was "rabbits" description of himself in a white tux, do you remember? Jane
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