Easter Bloody Mary Brunch; “Jesus had a rough couple of days!” During our, Dead End Canal Yacht Club, semi-monthly, Sunday Bloody Mary brunch we have been discussing the events surrounding the terrible Ukrainian war, These have been surprisingly non contentious since the former President saw fit to denounce Vladimir Putin despite Putin's liking him. But Easter Sunday being what it is begged for a subject change. After the Easter Egg hunt for the visiting grand kids and the pancake and sausage brunch, we elderly residents sat in the clubhouse and made weak Bloody Mary's. Weak because we're all over 70 and strong ones would extend the afternoon nap way into evening. In attendance were the usual suspects; Run-a-ground and his misses, Erie Earl, Michigan Mike, Cleveland Jack and Cap'n and misses Crunch. Late arrivals included New Jersey Kenny and New York John. Misses Crunch wanted to read one of the Bibles about Jesus' last days on Earth but since no one could
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Dorian Update
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"When I woke up this morning I heard the most beautiful sound; The echo of 5600 Sears generators running around the Canal," said Widow Roberts. "I didn't know what to do now that I'm alone." "Don't you worry, honey," said Hanna. "We'll get your storm shutters up tomorrow." Widow Roberts and her late husband Mortimer were original residents. They were here before the Canal was a Dead End. Mort passed right after Hurricane Irma and our club members took their shutters down. "Will Landscaper James help again this year," asked Boston Bob. "I saw him at the Little Store last night and he said the neighborhood over on West Street had already given him 'rebrainer' but he meant a retainer." '"It's time to round up some help," said Cap'n Crunch. This blog/column is meant for educational purposes only. Strictly Satire! Any resemblance to real persons,
OMG Hurricane Season!
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8/28/1999 10:00pm "Don't tell me there is a Hurricane coming toward Florida. It will ruin the Labor Day picnic on Picnic Island that we planned," said Pine Island Lizzie. "We've been working on this all summer! Now, what will we do?" "It ain't coming here," said Indianapolis Irene, "I mean the latest forecast has it hitting the Florida East Coast. My husband is already tying down the boat but I'm not scared! I'm worried more about losing Andrew Luck." ""I've got a bad feeling about this one," said Boston Bob. "Commodore boatguy reminded us at breakfast that Dorian is acting a lot like Andrew did in 1992." "He ain't no weather forecaster. He's just a curmudgeon," said Indy Irene. "I'll stick with those professionals at the Weather Center." "He was plenty right about Irma. He said it wasn't going to hit us as hard as that Matt Dimmwit on local TV
In Search of the Perfect Happy Hour IV
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So there we were our happy group of Dead End Yacht Club members, a cool beverage in all our hands. We toasted our dearly departed former members and drank heartily to their future, wherever they were. We had eaten and drunk our fill at the Pelican but we weren't completely finished. Normally we would have let the Reverend take us over to the Nauti Parrot but no one mentioned it until we saw Captain Mike, First Mate Tracy, and Cleveland Jack come into the Back Bay aboard the mighty fish killer, "the Honey Badger!" We followed them to Faulty Scams Marina where they unloaded two charters and all the fish they were allowed under the law. The charter's held up enormous Red Groupers for Mate Tracy to take pictures. That will certainly be on their website and Facebook page, Honey Badger's Charters. ( https:// honeybadger fishing.com ) The Reverend will never dock there on account of the way they treated their bookkeeper. So we went around San Carl
Paddy O'Donnelan back from the old Country
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"So the over abiding question, me Lads, where does it rain more, County Cork or Fort Myers Beach," asked Paddy O'Donnelan as he took down his Hurricane shutters. As you know Paddy just finished a 6-week bus tour of the Free States. By which he means the Southern Irish country. "I have no idea but I'm going to guess it is Fort Myers Beach," said Paddy's good friend and loyal beer holder, Boston Bob. "I have no idea either but I think you are an idiot to take the shutters down just before Hurricane season," said Run-aground Ralph. "It's too dark in there with them up and I need light on my old bones," said Paddy. "It rained for 43 out of 42 days we were in Ireland. The damned rain followed us all around the country." Not to besmirch Paddy's reputation or nothing but he tends to exaggerate a bit. After all, he is a direct import from the old Sod. Ruddy faced and bulbous nosed, Ginger hair, gone to Gray an