Homeward bound

Well here I am at the end of another field trip. Eight days and the job is done. The pumps are pumping, the controls are controlling and the cash is flowing. All is well.

I am looking forward to getting back to my natural habitat. Apart from the usual longing for home my brother is in town. Actually he got there the day after I left. No matter how I tried I could not defer this trip or accelerate it, but, he will be staying at my place for a few days before he jets back to his home. I haven’t really had a chance to spend a day or so just talking shit with him in so long. I suspect it wont happen this time either but it is good to get together.

Tomorrow night is a big event. His son, my nephew, will be playing a gig. A real show, not practice or just mucking around with a few friends, but a rock gig at a venue. It will be the first time that my brother (or me) has seen him performing. Sure he has seen him play a thousand times in practice but this is real.

I have heard him play a number of times and he is good, possibly great. A few of my other nieces and nephews have seen him playing at this venue – it is a regular gig for his band. Apparently his performance is “wow you should see him”. The band has been together a few months and has turned a quite Friday night at the particular hotel in to a raging show.

Every time I have talked to my brother recently he has been bragging about his boys on stage prowess. He has always been proud of his sons skill but it has reached a new level. I suspect he has been frustrated at not being able to get to one of the shows. I don’t blame him. I would climb mountains to my son play to an audience.

Anyhow, just one more night in my little room on this tropical isle and then one more chopper ride, a jet, and home.