No, not Sonny and Cher’s kid nor U2’s wife..
Maybe the question is moot, since later information* has come to light that it was the work of locals wired up with some kind of pharmaceuticals and supposed captured on camera*…let’s hope(i do) at any rate, tomorrow/wed at 9am the British Embassy has arranged a meeting with INGUAT (tourist agency) and supposedly also including the presence of the boys in black, our own PNC…and if they haven’t captured the suspects how do we/they know they were tripping on whatever it might have been?
I’m confused, moreso than usual…’spoke with two different business owners who’s first language is English and their espanol is xlnt…both were at today’s meeting regarding the above…one saying that the individuals had been recognized, the other saying that the police were trying to identify the truck…you know, the maroon pickup with the white stripe…and no mention of the identity of the wackos…so? yeah, i’m goin’ to the meeting in the morning…and welcome back, Piano Mike, just off a 24 hour plus journey via NYC and here(and looking somewhat haggard and not Merle)
JEH and the lovely Catherine doing the evening stroll..’ran into Marcel of El Caz, cooly..coolly? coooly? stylishly sipping a margarita streetside at El Portal..Crass…no Crash Harriss working the door at La Pena del Sol…and i mean ‘working’…no one gets past him without an invitation to come inside..
re the ‘sighting of the tattooed dudes packing heat in the park(supposedly)and why they weren’t arrested…by whom? the TouristPolice who’d wack ‘them with a water bottle? The Transit Police who’d sell them a parking ticket? guess what..that leaves the dreaded PNC and there’s a turf question…really..the PNC are under the Governor’s control..I’ve been told..again by ‘usually reliable sources’
La Casa del Turista..2a calle oriente, #11 9am, between 3rd/2nd avenidas
thanks/kudos/a round of applause to the British Embassy for setting this up…it’ll be good to see this resolved and hopefully in a more constructive way than the BAC/ATM debacle..I don’t expect more than the usual stroke-job and perhaps a certificate of attendence, suitable for hanging and framing. Is ‘it’ over? probably a one-time random event, statistically speaking…the business community is freaked by the bad publicity, natch…and there’s only another week or so before the September doldrums set in(tourists vanish)…if nothing else, Lucy the Luscious is back Thursday night at El Caminante, with a larger cast of dancers..a man’s gotta keep his priorities in order, no? o…the gun range that was gonna call me after the weekend? right…nada, zip, zilch..this is getting to be a farce of the first magnitude..kinda like the missing diamond scales and a few other typical Guate stroke-jobs..one thing fer sure, dude…if you see a maroon pickup with a white stripe…vanish quickly..
and finally, a confession that I don’t like making…there was Sofia, the bartender who was one of those slashed last week..sitting at Ocelot, bandaged and with a crutch…why didn’t i think to interview her? until later, as in now? christ, the questions…when, who, how, what did they look like? what a giant dipshit i am…big surprise, eh?
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