Our Man in Antigua

Nelson and Karla leaving town in the morning…two weeks in Vermont/NYC…screw…i’ll miss them and they’re happy…’bless em..

‘had a chance to chat with Brendan of the ‘Pub Quiz’…freakin’ brilliant and does it on the Sunday morning before the test..the full moon amidst the clouds tonight? gorgeous…’went to the City..fucking railroad museum closed on mondays..tomorrow? back again, for another shot and some kinda night function with Peter the G?…I confess to being somewhat amazed by the property rights in this town…fee simple, leasehold, sub-leases…throw in zoning and grandfathered licenses? I was a commercial real estate appraiser for decades and thought I’d seen it all(including  Cuba’s real estate market, which is kinky)…the tangled mess of who own’s what here or who’s lease is valid and for what? whew…to be a real estate broker? ”hat’s off to ya, pal…I was a real estate agent many moons ago, also…the phrase ‘ older than dirt’ applies to me, in more ways than one..

sympathy and excuses

‘missed ‘manly night’ at El Muro again…’thought about it, sprawling out on a couch and watching Monday Night Football and all that….obviously didn’t go but I thought about it…’hope this works for them as they’re trying every trick in the book to crank business…a couple of hard working guys…rum and a book sufficed…this being Thanksgiving Week for some, the eternal question hangs over us…’breast or thigh?’