By Grant McGee
There’s a guy in our town who likes to stand at his front door…naked. I only know this because a co-worker at my day job has seen him. Her daughter has seen him, too. She even drove back to have another peek.
He’s a naked guy, not a “nekkid” guy. The late, great writer Lewis Grizzard described “naked” as having no clothes on. “Nekkid” means you have no clothes on and you’re up to something.
My co-worker says next time she sees the naked guy at his door she’s calling the cops.
This naked guy talk brought up memories of encounters with people in public missing some or all of their clothes.
Long ago my dad had a hotel job in the Bahamas. I was 11 years old and was really into fishing.
So there I was on the beach with my line in the water waiting for a bite.
“Have you caught many fish today?” From behind me came the soft lilt of a foreign voice.
I turned around to discover a topless woman watching me. It was about that time a fish struck my line and my pole flew from my astonished fingers and disappeared into the waves.
“Oh,” said the woman, “Did I cause you to lose your fish?”
“No ma’am,” I said to the topless woman.
She moseyed on down the beach.
I couldn’t wait to write a letter to my buddy Catfish back in the states about the day I lost my fishing rod.
Then there was that naked guy in Hawaii gleefully jumping off the boat dock of the hotel my dad managed. The naked guy was from Japan where they apparently sometimes swim in public with no clothes.
He was briskly escorted back to the hotel by my dad. Dad was in his business suit; it was quite the contrast.
And those are some of my naked people memories.
I have some “nekkid” people stories but I probably can’t print them here.
Grant McGee is a long-time broadcaster and former truck driver who rides bicycles and likes to talk about his many adventures on the road of life. Contact him at his blog: grantmcgeewrites.com.