What happens on Culebra doesn't always stay on Culebra...
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Slippin' into Saturday...fits pretty well so far
“Centuries ago, sailors on long voyages used to leave a pair of pigs on every deserted island. Or they'd leave a pair of goats. Either way, on any future visit, the island would be a source of meat. These islands, they were pristine. These were home to breeds of birds with no natural predators. Breeds of birds that lived nowhere else on earth. The plants there, without enemies they evolved without thorns or poisons. Without predators and enemies, these islands, they were paradise. The sailors, the next time they visited these islands, the only things still there would be herds of goats or pigs. .... Does this remind you of anything? Maybe the ol' Adam and Eve story? .... You ever wonder when God's coming back with a lot of barbecue sauce?
“Unless we change our ways and our direction, our greatness as a nation will soon be a footnote in the history books, a distant memory of an offshore island, lost in the mists of time like Camelot, remembered kindly for its noble past.”
Margaret Thatcher (talking about Culebra? I never knew she was here!)
It's good to see the smiles of 'old familiar faces' coming back as season begins. A copy of a Sunday New York Times, some grins, some caraway seeds, some stories. For some, somewhere, it might be chestnuts on the fire...we're just looking for a few good [chest]nuts. Have an excellent Saturday ~ and for those of you who know who you are, welcome home (for those of you who don't know who you are, we might be able to help with that, but maybe not).