Our Man in Antigua

Sandra Dee’s dad….one my greatest pleasures is a lovely stroll on a Sunday afternoon…the park is full, the Silver Carpenter’ stands stiffly…how does he pay for his silver make-up? I never see anyone putting money in his bucket….Nelson’s sweet piano sounds from within the Hotel Casa Blanca, San Martin’s bakery emitting very good fumes.

MuLan! their new  take-out bags, miracle fabric, bright red with handles…’did their sechzuan/sp? beef or pork….couldn’t tell, but it was ‘hot’ as advertised…’almost broke out in a sweat…and good–now  if they’ll only start serving sake while I wait.

I met the new mayor a couple of days ago….she and a group of 6 or 7 were across the street from Mono Loco, taking notes…and you heard it here 1st! pass a local ordinance that  overrides/supersedes the ‘no smoking’ rule, in bars only…no more butts in the street,  broken bottles, drinking/pissing in the street….puking later is  SO hard to regulate.

there was a great article in last weeks’ La Prensa Libre, all about El Cerro de San Francisco, aka Frank’s Place…too bad it is/was 3 months or so  too late….and so it goes….Miss M has a full time job (fewer in the series unless it’s a local story)…I may have to  drown a few  sorrows and replan the week…hey,  what the hell, I’m retarded…no, retired…maybe, just a  touch, eh?

und zo? my long campaign to  have Bimbo bread and Little Caesar’s Pizza to sponsor a beauty contest? I give up, at least on Bimbo…I’d volunteer to be a judge in the “Miss Hot and Tasty’ contest….and yes, The AL library is STILL looking for a new home…300 sq ft or so…bill shetz@americanlegion2@gmail.com   work with me here…I’m beggin’