Boy we sure had some good times especially in the Far East.

One time the Dunlap called me during a weekend informing me that they would arrive in Singapore the following Friday. As you know we worked the two and one schedule, two years on and one month off, so the crew had been on the vessel forever and arriving on a Friday night they would have no way to acquire funds.

I used to write checks at the Pink Pussycat or Boone's on Bugis street to keep the guys going; but this particular time I knew the boys would want plenty of money so I decided to have the cash on hand when they arrived.

On Monday I sent a check request over to TI for the money. The accountants were stealing and I was hot on their trail. I had been quietly investigating the clowns.

On Tuesday I had Risa call Cement Head's office, (cement head the accountant) To see if the check was ready and the message was no but Wednesday it will be cut.

On Wednesday the story was everybody in forecast meeting but would cut on Thursday late so could pick up the check Friday morning. Friday morning Risa called and cement heads secretary said they were headed for a golf tournament so no time to sign the check so maybe Monday.

I then grabbed the phone and managed to get Cement Head on the line. He proceeded to go on about running late for golf and he wasn't going to sign the check and he explained his executive position with the company and said I Was never to call him directly again and any communications from me would be through my boss to him and also he said I had no authority to request Checks. I had full request and check signing authority since 1966 as when the Administrator disaster hit; I was one of only a few that had not ripped the company off big time so they never canceled my authorization. The other Jim can give you a laugh on this as he was there.

Anyway Cement Head informed me that the request was low priority and that the crew were low job grade employees and the check would be signed when one of the Charlies returned to Singapore--Charlie Rowell or Charlie Martin.

I told cement head that he would sign the check immediately and I was coming to get it and I had a message for him from the employees that put the bread on the table.

I then made a quick trip to TI and as I ran through the front door of Cement Head's office, the two clowns were scurrying like rats through the back door.

The secretary got under her desk when she saw me coming and I remember things being knocked over as I shot through the office and the fools were still In the parking lot trying to transfer all the golf clubs into one car.

I proceeded to really trounce that pair and kicked their butts. They were squealing and grunting like piglets. Golf balls were rolling all over the parking lot and judging from the cheers coming from the outdoor canteen, the people on break were glad to see that pair of mini-tyrants get their due.

Well the check was already cut and cement head said if I would spare his life, he would gladly sign it, which he did, and by that time it was getting late so I ran to Citibank to get in the long Friday line.

The R.C. Dunlap arrived that night and everybody got money. I hid out at the Lady Hill hotel that weekend and it hit the fan Monday morning.

The pricks made a big report to TI Dallas and they filed an injunction on me, which meant I couldn't go near TI and they had TI security people to escort them around. This was put in place until I could be fired.

The two Charlies were in shock when they arrived and everyone was saying goodbye to me. I was told to wait around until the Senior VP; Mr. Jim Kerr arrived back in Singapore and I would be called on the carpet and most likely be dismissed from the company.

Charlie Rowell wanted to know what in the hell I was thinking about to cause me to commit such a violent deed. This thing was very serious and while awaiting Jim's arrival I did feel pretty bad about it.

Jim Kerr got back to Singapore and it was hard for me to walk into his office. He was truly serious in describing all the legal actions these goons wanted to take against me. Then he said he had heard that I had some evidence of the accountants stealing and I said I did. He said he wanted to know the details so I proceeded to give details and Jim said he agreed with that. He also said he had smelled a rat for some time.

He said that this attack was one of the wildest things he had ever heard of and asked me to describe the whole thing. I told him the only damage done was to their butts and the toe of my good flying boot. I figured it most likely put off their hemorrhoid operations for at least 3 or 4 years. Anyway I started the story from the beginning and up until that time I had just been focused on looking straight ahead and down. I relaxed a bit and looked up to see a beautiful sight, there on the wall behind Jim was a high quality drawing done by our friend Jim Hubbell. It was a drawing of a man with a Portland cement block for a head and underneath in bold letters it said Cement Head. Jim started to grin and then began to laugh as I told the rest of the Story.

In the end, Jim said he wanted me to continue to investigate cement head so we could get rid of him and he asked me to promise that if I ever had another confrontation with cement head and his boys I would kill them.

I made the promise and Jim said, “Well, consider yourself called on the carpet, and we will work together to get Cement Head.

And indeed we did later bring cement head and his gang down. Of course big money was taken and they had already opened a dress factory And Had started other business ventures with company funds while everyone else was fighting over people turning in expense accounts with a few beers on them.