So there I was, in this dive, see....

 Last night I was in a biker bar called the Barbarosa, in Del Rio,
Tennessee. About 50 miles north of here.

 This place makes Mayberry look like Greenwich Village.

 The place is pretty big, being a river rafting place and campground
as well.

 The place is packed, it's having a "Mardi Gras" party (wasn't that
last month?).

 A classic Popeye bar, there's probably 150 people in the place, barn
board/tin roof construct,three bars, woodstoves,40 Harleys out front.
The chicks are pouring beer on their t-shirts, the Cinnamon Girls are
ripping it out upstairs.

 I'm hammered.

 This guy walks up to me.

 He says "You're Popeye, the scuba guy".

 Ya, I says, he says I know you from somewhere.

 He's from Spokane, never been to Florida, first trip to Tennessee.

 Maybe from the internet, says I, he says, maybe.

 Then he says his daughter is a NASA training diver, works in the big
pool.

 His last name, I think, is Carver.

 Now I remember this conversation, here or somewhere, about this guy's
NASA Diver Daughter.

 Does this ring a bell with any of you?

 I rarely forget anything written here, and this is really bothering
me.

 I almost always wear a Dive T, and last night I wasn't.

 I had been upstairs with the girls, and I came down and this guy
spotted me across a crowded bar and recognized me right away.

 It happens in dive shops, a lot, but not in Del Rio, Tn.

 Damn that bothers me, that I can't remember.