Not a Farewell Party
As we nine members of the Dead End Canal Yacht Club sat down at two picnic tables on the deck of the Pukin' Pelican, a woman noticed Cleveland Jack's Cleveland Indian's hat. “O H,” she said and Jack blurted out the other half of the state name, “I O!” “Are you having a farewell party too,” asked the white haired snowbird woman from Ohio asked. boatguyed@gmail.com Jack shook his head and asked what part of O H I O she was from. “Columbus, huh,” said Jack. “Go Buckeyes, beat Michigan!” From the other end of their picnic table a couple booed. “Florida makes strange bedfellows,” Jack said to the Ohio woman. She shrugged. “I thought they went home,” I said despondently. “I heard that,” the Ohio woman said, “are you one of them that wants our money but that's all?” “Some of us don't even don't want you money,“ said Boston Bob. “We love to see you come but we'd rather you stop at the top of the Sky Bridge and leave your money on the yellow li