Kip Get's Even (Circa 1940 something)

I'm telling this story as I have heard it, at least twice now. The most recent time being this evening.

Kip got a tattoo with a woman's name on his arm. The next day, he got a "Dear John" letter from her. He was then shipped off for four or so years (in the Navy). He got her name scribbled out, which you can still see quite obviously now.

When he got back to town, apparently she was still interested in him. So, he got his car, and picked her up for a date. He said he took her to the cemetery to make out with her, as he had done in the past.

This particular time, he got her out of all of her clothes. He then, pushed her out of the car, in to the cemetery, and drove off. He said she was quite pissed (of course)!!

All to get even, for her breaking up with him, the day after his tattooed her name to his arm.

His other arm has an AWESOME tattoo of a sailor girl. He also has the hibiscus flower on his left hand, and of course, the bird on his right arm with the womans name scribbled out underneath it.

Last night...

I was sitting at the bar beside Kip. Both of us in our respective seats.

He was asking about my day.

I told him I'd had my nails done and my eyebrows done. Then I mentioned that I was REALLY excited because the girl that did my eyebrows, does facials, and can get rid of the white bumps under my eyes.

He said "What white bumps?" and looked at my real hard. Then he said "Honey, nobody sees those white bumps. They aren't looking at your eyes. They're looking at your tits!" "Thanks Kip."

Kip's Wife

Miss Annette was the sweetest southern lady you would have ever met in your life.

She passed April 9th, just two days before I got home from Europe. Kip was ok with it, except he kept complaining about all of his family being around.

I was sitting at the bar April 12th, the night of her wake. I had just asked the bartender "What time is Miss Annette's wake?" She said "Six to eight." The current time I was 7:45. She didn't have the words out of her mouth, and I turned to see Kip enter the bar. Knowing good and damn well the wake wasn't over, and he'd just left, I sat there in my seat, and he sat in his. I asked God to give me the right words, because I didn't really have any. It was the first time I'd see him in almost a month.

I gave him a big hug, and asked him what he was doing here. He said "Well, I got there, and she didn't want a wake. Then all these women come up blubbering and crying, and she didn't want that. So I asked the woman at the place to bring me home. She did. I checked my sugar. And HERE I AM!"

Kip had said his peace before she went in to her coma. He is doing well. He has his nights, but we are all here for him, and love him to pieces.

The last thing she said to me, January 19th was "Lisa, thank you for being such a good friend to Kip. Please keep doing that. He is going to need you." She was such a beautiful woman.

Rest in peace Miss Annette.