Vote NO to Paid Seawall Parking

Vote NO or feed THIS

Vote NO or feed THIS

And YES to the one simple pleasure of island life that shouldn’t cost you a penny.

Enough already with government fees and taxes!

Now, if this vote were all about shoring up the seawall itself, that venerable stalwart of concrete, rebar, and riprap that protects our vulnerable little pile of sand against the inevitable onslaught of future destructive storms, well, that would be an entirely different matter.

And certainly I, and all my good and responsible island neighbors, would vote yes for such an essential expense, no doubt.

But this vote is not about protecting the island.

Instead, it’s all about imposing yet another burdensome government fee, and a not insubstantial one, to park your vehicle along Seawall Boulevard, purportedly to generate revenue to fund the City’s idea of seawall “enhancements,” whatever those might be.

Hmmm. Seems to me the seawall is wonderful enough already, just as it is. Read the rest of this entry »

Flagship going down?

Tip surveys a shortening Flagship

Tip surveys a shortening Flagship

Yes, happily!

And thus a celebratory time to break out the (cheap and hence appropriate) Brut!

But while we’re at it, a bubbly toast to you, too, my dear sister Rosy, best friend since Jeff, womanly confidante and last stalwart roommate, back in 2008, at this old and molding and corroding hotel, my little quasi-urban warrior willing to lay her pristine head on a cheap flat pillow in this (even then) disintegrating destination, all to buoy her little sister after tragedy struck, to help her to recover, relocate, rejuvenate, begin anew. Here’s to you, my sweet Rosy, my friend. Read the rest of this entry »

Glorious Galvez

Bright warming sunshine, searing blue skies, brown pelicans soaring overhead like small aircraft (but less noisy), the salt and the smell and the spray of the sea. “God help me, I do love it so” (George S. Patton).

Splish Splash

Splish Splash

“And now for something completely different” (Monty Python):

A quasi-Jack Handey take on my humble afternoon.

So we begin anew:

Bright warming sunshine, searing blue skies, brown pelicans soaring overhead like small aircraft (but less noisy), the salt and the smell and the spray of the sea. “God help me, George is dead” (I said). “Forget him. Back to me.” Read the rest of this entry »