WE MADE THE BOCCE PLAYOFFS!

 

Bocce last night! Last games of the regular season. There are 14 teams in the thursday night league. The top 5 go to the playoffs.

We were #4 going into last night. We played the #3 team. All games close. We needed to win 3 to move up to third spot. We won only 1, lost 2. However, the 2 defeats did not drop us in the standings. We still ended up 4th.

The playoffs begin at 10 tomorrow morning. A big deal! Tents to cover the players heads to avoid the sun, food and drinks. A very festive occasion.

Bocce is played 4 evenings a week. Five teams from each evening compete in the playoffs. Lose and go home.

Cheryl stopped by while we were playing. A loyal team fan. A friend. She had a new hairdo. Short. Looked terrific!

Key West Shoe Girl Stephanie came by. She has just returned from Paris. We are having dinner together next wednesday.

Pati came by for a hug and kiss.

The courts were relatively quiet. No Larry Smith. Without him, it was like playing in silence.

I spent time yesterday fine tuning today’s TV/Internet show. Teen pregnancy is my opening topic. You will be shocked by some parts of it.

The show can be viewed via television on Comcast Channel 87 and U-Verse Channel 19. On the internet world wide. www.tvchannel19.com.

Show time is 10 in the morning my time.

Join me, if you can.

I walked Duval yesterday as part of my good health program. Walked more than I intended. The people and store fronts attracted my attention.

Time is short friday mornings. I have to shower, etc. and head over to the TV station.

Enjoy your day!

GEORGE McGOVERN DIES

America lost another great leader from yesteryear. George McGovern. A bomber pilot in World War II, a United States Senator from South Dakota, the Democratic Party’s Presidential candidate in 1972.

Nixon buried McGovern in the election. Nixon’s VP candidate was George Agnew. Both Nixon and Agnew resigned during their terms in office.

Watergate was still in its early stages of discovery. McGovern sensed the impropriety. He tried to make it part of his campaign. America was not ready at the time to believe it.

May he rest in peace.

A great Sunday morning! Sun bright. A stiff breeze. Water moving at a good clip. Scattered clouds.

In spite of the preceding, it will rain today. Guaranteed. This is Key West’s rainy season.

I walked Duval yersterday. Tons of tourists. The beginning of Fantasy Fest. A costume here and there. Mostly pirates.

Sloan came over at 4. We worked a couple of hours.

Dinner at Outback last night. Then the movies. Argo. A good movie. Tense. Kept me on the edge of my seat through out. Deals with Iran back in 1979. George Clooney one of the producers.

I sometimes wonder how readers react to the length of this blog. Yesterday was almost 1,000 words. Today a little more than 200. I write of my previous day’s experiences. If I did a lot, I have much to share. A quiet day with minimal activity results in a short blog. Yesterday was a quiet day.

Enjoy your Sunday!

PETER

Tomorrow is the big day! I will start publishing the trip pictures! Finally!

Last night was strange. The best of the evening was the last part of it.

We start at the beginning, however.

I stopped by the Chart Room. It was late. About eight. No customers. Just me and JJ. Had one drink and passed the time away chatting with JJ.

My plan was to have dinner at Kelley’s. I desired wings. The rain changed my mind. It was pouring. I opted for the Wine Galley instead. For those of you who might not know, the Chart Room and Wine Galley are both part of the Pier House complex.

Larry Smith was playing. His audience included Rob and Lois from bocce night and Danville, Pennsylvania. Mary Deasy arrived a bit later and sat with them.

I ate at the bar and read the newspapers. Larry in my ear while my eyes scanned the news. It worked well.

Stayed a while. When I left, I had to pass the Chart Room to get to my car. Seated alone at the corner of the bar was Captain Peter.

The Captain is known as Captain Peter and Peter. I shall refer to him here as Peter.

I joined Peter. He was as glad to see me as I him. Everyone likes Peter. I cannot think of one person who does not. He is that type of person.

Peter was lamenting. He volunteered that in six days on September 12 he was going to be 70. It was bothering him. I laughed and said, “Hell, I’m 77! So what? Enjoy!”

We then got into a deep and profound discussion for about an hour. The type of discussion only men in their 70s can understand and appreciate. Peter seemed better at the end of our talk.

Let me share some Peter background with you. He is an unusual man.

Peter is a proud Brit. He was born in England. He came to the United States as a young man. Sometime back in the early 1960s, I suspect. He fought for his new country. He became a citizen of his new country.

Peter has traveled the world. Twice he sailed on a small boat alone around the world. A tough guy. His stories of fighting off pirates in the orient are dramatic.

Peter lives on his sail boat. I do not know if it is the same one that took him round world twice.

The sail boat he calls home is moored some two miles off Key West in the Gulf. A pretty far and pretty gutsy place to live. All alone out there. No boat neighbors. No land to be seen.

Peter has a small motorized rubber dinghy that he uses to get back and forth. Some evenings Peter lingers too long and it is dark when he leaves. Some nights the water is rough. Peter generally can handle conditions. But…..there are nights when Peter may have had a bit too much to drink. He putt putts out to his sail boat and cannot find it in the dark. There have been evenings when it has taken him two hours to find his sail boat. One night, he slipped going from the dinghy to the boat. It took him two hours again before he was able to get out of the water and into the sail boat.

With age comes wisdom. Peter recently bought a used van. On the nights he thinks it not safe to make the trip to the boat, he sleeps in the back of the van.

Peter looks the part of a British lord. Tall and thin. White hair surrounds his bald top. He has a well clipped white moustache. He speaks with a soft unquestionable British accent.

If you run into Peter between now the the 12th, wish him a Happy Birthday!

Read an interesting tidbit in yesterday’s Key West Citizen. It was part of an interesting op-ed by the owners of Schooner Wharf. Their rent is $46,811.86 a month. Wow! However consistent with commercial Key West rents. I suspect the new Coyote Ugly on Duval has to be paying $35,000 a month. Whether Schooner Wharf or Coyote Ugly, these places have to sell a hell of a lot of booze to survive!

Duval Street has received national recognition. It has been listed as one of the 10 Best Streets of 2012. The designation claims Duval is the soul of Key West. It is.

Fantasy Fest around the corner. Starts with Goombay on Octobedr 19 and runs through October 28. Fun time!

Enjoy your Sunday!

BOCCE A DISASTER

Before anything else, be advised no Internet show this morning. The Key West Lou Legal Hour will not be available for viewing at 10. Technical difficulties.

Bocce was an absolute disaster last night!

I was there for the first two games. None of us had it. The other team destroyed us.

I left at the start of the third game. I was tired. Probably depressed as well. Made my apologies and went home to bed.

My dear friend Pati played on the opposing team. Pati Wilson-Crimmins. Pati only started playing last season. She has come a long way! She’s a killer! Her shots were right on. Pati has become known as the Bocce Bitch. She is proud of the name.

Rob and Lois were at bocce watching. They are frequent visitors to Key West. They are here till the end of October. Then return a few months later for a couple months more. Nice people.

They have a distinction, if it can be so described. They come from the same town Larry Smith grew up in. Danville, Pennsylvannia.

Walked late in the morning yesterday. Duval. Stopped for lunch at Sloppy Joe’s. A first! Once a year, I stop in for dinner. Never lunch. Lunch was good. A Sloppy Joe. What else!

I feel lonely this morning with no Internet show to do. It is as if I have nothing to do. Friday mornings are always rush time for me. It is presently 8:30. Any other friday, I would have been showered and out on the way to the studio. Here I am sitting around, doing my blog later on friday than normal. I will probaly spend the morning outside by the pool contemplating my navel.

Enjoy your day!