THE NIGHT THE CHEESE GUY GOT ME

Cruising around on the Oceania Cruise lines, I once got leveled by the cheese guy.

It must have been the Normandy Cruise which featured a 60th anniversary stop at Normandy. What a great trip enhanced by author David McCullough, friend of Joe Watters, Chairman of the Board.

We played golf in Plymouth, England, went to a fantastic museum in Gurnsey, England, and toured a German undergound hospital there. We saw the white cliffs of Dover. And lots of other great sights.

Oceania is noted for its fine food. This cruise was no exception. One night at one of the fancy restaurants, one where your whole evening is taken up by the meal, one of our courses was cheese and grapes. When the cheese guy was explaining the names of all the cheeses, I joked to my dinner companions, wife, daughter, and the Hicks' "Which one's the Cheese Whiz?"

No expression change on the non-American server. But when it came time to get our individual samples, he zinged me with the strongest, foulest, dog poop tasting cheese imaginable. I know he was somewhere within view laughing it up at my expense.

Hey, I deserved it. Chalk one up to the multi-lingual cheese guy. But what kind of cruise line has all that fancy cheese and none in a can?