Cashel and I had a lot of fun this week watching various Monty Python episodes on Netflix, rolling around with laughter. The “Semaphore version of Wuthering Heights” was one of our favorites. And last night, we said good night to one another “in semaphore”, gyrating our arms at one another from across the room. It’s the joke that never dies. As I drove off this morning, Cashel was saying goodbye to me “in semaphore”. Beneath the lines of palm trees.
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When I was out in Long Beach over Christmas I learned that my little nephew had become obsessed with Monty Python and the Holy Grail. However, you could only watch it with him if you knew when to loudly cough over the naughty words. If he knew the word for it, he’d believe his dad and his uncle have some kind of weird coughing version of Tourette’s.