Our Man in Antigua

in what may be a first, local PNC troops nabbed the shooters on 6th sur shortly after it happened this weekend…confirmed by the ever urbane Sr Cervantes and in El Diario today, the shooting was over a woman, a few rounds were fired into a pickup and the cops caught the doer’s a block or so away…a %$#@! miracle of the first degree and a giant tip of the panama to the PNC and Juan Mario who has been the driving force for keeping Antigua safe(er)…if I hadn’t read it and talked with el jefe, i wouldn’t have believed this was possible.. .

still limping a bit after the tumble off Bull’s bike…left knee complaining still, so if you see me with a cane, that’s why…stuff happens when you get old: the right knee goes, the left knee goes and then the weenie…fill in the blanks..and i’m gradually getting used to an extra 15 minute walk and living in a different area…it’s all good, just different, being around trees, grass and plants…’nature boy’ stuff..’having a kitchen the size of my old bathroom, etc..

had a different kind of question asked tonight…are there Rotarians in town? being a practicing sexagenerian, i had to stop and think(always difficult)…why, yes..i know of one..Gerald Leech of  Casa de Jade on 4th Calle…do I look like the Shell Answer Man? guess so..(old tv ad)…seemed to be a quiet night in town, just another slow monday night…walked..no, stumbled into DV for a word with the two Claudias’..incandescent is the adjective…plumb bob, aka robt wheat off to roatan shortly…west end…yeah, he’ll probably run into carla the berryhill, who last heard of was snorking by day and bartending barefoot by night…no, ‘snorkeling’…snorking? the last time i snorked involved two  railroad tracks of bolivian marching powder….’snork!’

and thank you, Rich Neel, for the idea about local publishing..i’ve disdained(poo-pooed it)but i may be changing what’s left of my mind..it solves some logistical problems (finding mules to smuggle it) and so on..good god, is this what i’ve been reduced to, smuggling booklets? from guns, drugs, jewelry and gems to a stinkin’ booklet that isn’t even pornographic? apparently so..

and yes, the smoke hasn’t cleared from the meltdown on 5th and the deal from hell…i’m sick of the gossip, frankly Scarlett..I like both of the players but if one of them isn’t in contact with reality, this brings further questions which would require massive amounts of medication…let’s see…is it Meykos or Ivori that delivers to your home? where’s the number? as Wendy Wever once said, call 1-800-Tequila…’hope she’s fine and learning to talk turkey..the PNC? got their perps the same night? a miracle of the first magnitude…