Erika fizzled out over Cuba. No hurricane problem now for Key West. Some heavy rain and 40 mph wind gusts for two days.
We can use the rain.
One potential hurricane leaves and another enters. Fred the name of this one. Now off the coast of Africa. Where most hurricanes have their start. It will be at least 10 days before we know if Fred is going to be a problem.
The media tends to hype things. Especially the Weather Channel this morning. Makes the rain sound like a big problem.
The Weather Channel just showed a live video of Miami and the rain they were having. Heavy. Windy. Impressive. Bone dry here in Key West. We are 150 miles south of Miami.
Tavern ‘n Town’s Judy told me last night she left Key West for the first few hurricanes when she first was here. Even her furniture went with her. Nothing happened. Finally got disgusted and decided to stay for Wilma. Judy, her furniture and car, took a beating.
Spent most of yesterday researching this week’s KONK Life column. I will be writing it today. An interesting topic. Private prisons. Involved is bribery corruption involving a judge who was sentenced to 28 years, a slavery exception to the 13th amendment, chain gangs, and Wall Street banks. Publishes Wednesday.
Tavern ‘n Town last night. Bobby Nesbitt entertaining.. Bobby recently returned from a cruise gig. He leaves for Germany soon for his annual one month entertainment spree there. Including Oktoberfest.
Met Liz from Boston. Was in Miami for a business meeting. Shot down to Key West for a couple of days of fun and relaxation. Her third time here. Always stays at the Marriott Beachside. Charming. Enjoyed my time with her at the bar.
Tavern ‘n Town has two hostesses. Both beautiful. Ludmila and Moldova. Ludmilla new to the team. Every guest is greeted with a smile. All assistance provided.
The highlight of the evening involved Food & Beverage Director Dave Talpasz. Soft spoken. Unassuming. He runs an excellent shop.
Dave has been recognized for his fine work. He is the Restauranteur of the Year for all American Marriotts. Includes North and South America. I am thrilled for him. The recognition well deserved based on how he manages his responsibilities at the Marrott Beachside..
There was a large picture sitting on an easel at the entrance to Tavern ‘n Town. In it are Dave and my friend Robert Spottswood. The Marriott and the Spottswood Companies jointly operate the Marriott Beachside. The picture announces Dave’s recognition by the Marriott chain.
American Pharoah suffered his first defeat yesterday in the Travers Stakes at Saratoga. American Pharoah was the Triple Crown winner this year.
American Pharoah got cheated. His owner should have put him out to stud after the Triple Crown victories. Instead, he got greedy. Ran him in additional races. I assume to make more money.
This morning’s news has the owner now thinking that perhaps he had gone too far. Whatever, get American Pharoah in fields of green where he can spend the rest of his days in the company of female counterparts.
Owen Labrie is the young man convicted of sex charges with a 15 year old girl. Owen a senior at a private school. He was to enter Harvard next month.
I will not bore you with the details of the sex activities. You all know. The media covered this story 110 percent. I do have an observation, however. Things have changed. When I was a high school senior back in the early 1950s, actual sex was an unattainable dream. The best a young man could hope for was to touch a girl’s breast. Outside her clothes!
Maduro is the inept President of Venezuela. First his people ran out of toilet paper. Then food. Both continue in short supply.
Immigrants are pouring over the border from Columbia to Venezuela to escape the drug wars. Maduro is pulling at his hair trying to figure out how to feed them and provide them with toilet paper.
Enjoy your Sunday!
“Whatever, get American Pharoah in fields of green where he can spend the rest of his days in the company of female counterparts.”
I agree, he has earned his stud retirement. We shall see how greedy the owners are tough.
“Maduro is pulling at his hair trying to figure out how to feed them and provide them with toilet paper.”
It is called Socialism and in Venezuela’s case it can’t work as who will pay for the TP and food while oil revenues plummet? The lesson to be learned is someone, many someones, always have to pay for extravagance. Be that extravagance, millions on public assistance or a 1% elite of plutocrats hording all the wealth for themselves by buying laws and politicians.
I think its a shame to Monday morning quarterback the future of that horse. The horse is only 3.5 yrs old and could very well have several more great years.
The horse had a rough trip only 3 weeks to recuperate. A horse can have a bad day just as any other creature can, including humans.
The jockey knew at 1/2 mile the horse was struggling.
There will be many years of ‘enjoyment’ left in its retirement years and even more money to be made by its owners.
Socialism ? The far left does seem to understand the consequences. Don’t want to study history or believe it, then repeat it. What the heck, we’re now doing it and we’ll just let our future generations pay for it.
Hit the “send” key too fast. Agree. Socialism = WHO is going to pay? The super rich? Nope. The poor and immigrants, etc.? Nope. You and me? You better believe it.
Need to proofread first and not after, duh, name keeps disappearing.
But, I still thought it was a good race and think it was a shame the little to no attention the media gave the winner. Gee, who was it that won ? We sure know who lost.
Jeb will lose…just wait. TRUMP 2016!
I really do need to proofread. The far left ‘doesn’t’ seem to understand. Those 3 little characters make a big difference.
I discovered your blog a couple of months ago when researching information on the Chart Room. I’ve enjoyed your blog every day since.
Today I had to grin at your comments about American Pharoah… I should be so lucky to spend the rest of my days in the fields in the company of female counterparts. Of course like you in the 50s and my senior year in the 60s, the best I’m likely to hope for is to touch one of their breasts… outside their clothes. *smiley face*