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The Medicinal Martini

by Vivian Davenport


The Medicinal Martini

Vivian Davenport

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2011 Vivian Davenport

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Dedicated to two cocktail cockatiels, Martini and his successor Rossi.

"Health: what my friends are always drinking to before they fall down."—Phyllis Diller


Sunday, Day One

Summer 1961

Gravity must be different on a ship, just like it's different on the moon. After huge ships drop into the water, they don't sink; they float. 'What goes up must come down' is reversed on a ship.

I really thought that as a kid.

As soon as we set sail Sunday, the scrambled eggs I ate a half hour earlier were making a U-turn, and that ship gravity idea popped into my squash. I hoped the queasy feeling would pass with some shuteye, so I plopped on the stateroom sofa. It dawned on me why von Tinkerbaum told me to sail back to the states instead of fly. My nerves couldn't get to me if my guts had first dibs.

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