Several years ago when the kids were in school, and we were boating on the river and lakes, there were a couple of interesting radio conversations that we heard.
The first was a guy on a house boat going upstream. His speech, shall we say, was a little slurred. It went like this.
"Chickamauga Lock Master this is house boat xxxx."
"Chickamauga Lock Master back to house boat xxxx."
"Chickamauga Lock Master this is house boat xxxx requesting an upstream locking."
"House boat xxxx this is Chickamauga Lock Master. I have a tow in the locks. It will be about two hours before I can get you in the lock".
"Chickamauga Lock Master this is house boat xxxx. Let me check."
A pause of a couple of minutes. Then
"Chickamauga Lock Master this is house boat xxxx. I'm sorry, but that's not going to work. I only have about 45 minutes of ice left."
Silence.
Then their was a guy obviously inebriated.
Chickalogamock Master, Chickalogamock Master."
Pause
Chickalogamock Master, Chickalogamock Master."
Pause
Another guy came on the radio, and said, "I think if you will call the Chickamauga Lock Master he may answer you".
Total silence after that.
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