In the 1960's we lived on a mountain overlooking Addis Ababa, mainly because our father was Ethiopia's first Safari Outfitter.
It was a balmy evening as my sister was waiting for her date to pick her up. The family saw the flash of headlights as his car pulled in the compound. He parked and tooted the horn....
Dad told my sister to stay put and went to the door and yelled; "If you want to date my daughter, come to the door!"
There was a grinding of gears, and gravel flew as he raced back down the mountain. I'm not sure the date was ever consummated.
"Dad!," screamed my sister. We looked at my father, and all broke into laughter as Dad looked down at the rifle in his hand that he had been cleaning.
Michael
