Presently camping in Hobe Sound which is 9 minutes from Jupiter Beach. The temp is 80 degrees and sunny. The water is beautiful and very warm. The dog policy is all pets must be under voice command so no leash problems there. On our way back from the beach we found Jupiter Island which must be Newport South.. miles and miles of gigantic estates. (lots of golf carts no travel trailers) We bet Burt must live there or maybe Lonnie got it in the divorce. Last night Lucy had her birthday dinner of sword fish (the other white meat) at a restaurant in Stuart with her brother David and his wife Ann. Lucy appreciates all the FB b-day shout-outs. Do the kids hyphenate shout out these days or are the people who use that term already in their 30's?
Mark
Hey Steve I know you were once the prez of the Burt and Lonnie fan club. Houz 'bout an update on his hair piece and her reduction surgery. Jeez her back must really hurt by now.
Happy Birthday, Lucy! Only 80 degrees eh? Just checked the thermometer here in Evanston, 35 degrees! (That information is my birthday present.)
ReplyDeleteHey, once again I am the bearer of glad tidings! The Myanmar government released Aung San Suu Kyi, and my annoying house arrest dealie is over, too! There's no relationship, of course, but wicked weird coincidence, no? I just have a few years of community service left and you know I'm ALL ABOUT community service so life's a breeze. The better news is I got a "sort of" okay to leave the state and--surprise! F-L-A here I come!
ReplyDeletePisser opportunities down here for a guy of my talents. Currently--get ready for a nice 'nother surprise--I am now a key member of the service team at the Winn Dixie right around the corner from you on Flagler! (Not the one at Flagler and 101, or the one at Flagler and Marina, or the one at Flagler and A1A--they blow.) Due to a little misunderstanding shortly after I arrived, I'm in disguise as an eighteen year old black kid named Julio with a tattoo of Bob Marley on my throat. Bob looks a little like Che Guevarra/Santa Claus, but I was in a rush to get the look on. I know, right? This is just like my three months at the Crackerbarrel in Billerica dressed as a forty-year old pregnant Russian lady. Svetlana!
I do the cart round-up, sweep the parking lot, shoo the bums out of the dumpsters... kind of a Reclamations and Security Specialist, actually. Life is awesome.
I have also discovered (note to the young viewers at home,) that with the 'Dixie as my "anchor" job--you know, like Caldor's anchored Vernon Circle Shopping Center--combined with my night job, I don't really need a place to live! House arrest THIS!
For my night job I found the best gig going. Toll booth attendant on Florida's Turnpike plaza 528--right at the Bee Line! You get to meet so many awesome people! To pass the time, if I think someone speaks another foreign language, like not English? I swear at them. If they ask me for their change, I swear at them. Oh, and get this, if they ask me for directions? I swear at them.
Sleeping is no problem at either job. There are always three or four kids sleeping the back room at the Double-U Dixie, and as for the toll booth, you know when you drive through one and there's nobody there? They're on the floor! Very comfortable. The palmetto bugs are the size of golf shoes and swearing at them does nothing. So if you go through Florida's Turnpike Plaza 528 after 6pm, just gun it! Julio's got your toll!
I'm working to get all this piled up onto my Community Service debt, naturally. I'd say it's fifty-fifty at this point from CT and anything goes in Florida, of course, so there's hope.
Gotta go--they want the carts cleared out of the parking lot like the bastards don't have plenty inside!
Julio