Conch Contest

• Since we got to the Bahamas, Mike has been fascinated with the conch shell. You're only allowed to take dead shells, in other words nothing can be living in the shell. The search was on. No matter where we went on the water Mike would look for shells.
• Each shell he found was set aside for our grandchildren. He spent weeks making lamps and horns. They really came out nice.
• The club had a beach party. We were in charge of a game. We did the one where you had to put the golf ball almost up your butt, walk twenty-five feet and drop the ball into a bucket. I still remember Bill S. getting to the bucket, going to drop the ball and realizing he had already lost the ball. The next game was a play on the 1x6 board with the sneakers screwed to it. Five people had to be coordinated enough to walk together to the finish line.
• The most fun of the night for me was watching Mike enter the conch blowing contest. There were at least 20 people in it. They were judged on the beauty of their conch. How loud they could blow, what length of time you could blow and if you could play a tune. There were two prizes. One for the best and one for the person who needed more practice. Mike won, needing a lot more practice. Maybe next year.