Farewell to Kokomo

Off of Baloy Beach
there's a place called Kokomo
That's where you wanna go
to get away from it all

I made my usual Thursday trek out to Baloy Beach for my weekly change of scenery from the Barretto vistas.

The skies were full of thunder, but the rain never came.
My ultimate destination was Kokomo’s floating bar.

As soon as I boarded, I noticed there was an unusual party vibe going on. That was facilitated by a youngish two-week millionaire ringing the bell (free drinks for all the ladies). It was also more crowded than usual. I ordered a beer, and when it arrived, I was given a coupon for a free beer. The bartender advised that it was the last night of the season and the floating bar would be docked safely away for the duration of the stormy months (usually until October). So, I was happy that I hadn’t missed out on the going away party.

I’ll need to find a new venue for my Thursday nights. I’ll miss the good times on Kokomo!

I stayed at the floating bar longer than usual, but once the buy one, get one free beer promotion ended and the partiers had dispersed, I paid my tab and made my way to shore. I walked back to the highway and then decided to end my night at the Snackbar.

I was the only customer, so I got lots of attention from three of my old favorites. Naturally, I rewarded their kindness with some lady drinks.
Lydell was wearing her Sunday shorts…they are Holey.

Anyway, not a bad night out.

Today is the 12th anniversary of my father’s passing. He made it to 83, so that gives me some hope for the future.

I mentioned in a caption yesterday that Joy was “eating her taco with a fork.” Commenter Kevin noted that most people USE a fork to eat, not as a side dish. I get his point. And then this morning, I saw this sign:

A restaurant called Pork & Spoon. I guess it is all a matter of taste.

I also thought of Kevin when I saw this:

It proves that failure to use proper punctuation can be a matter of life or death.

That’s about all I’ve got for now. Except for this:

A crockpot full of chili con carne y frijoles
And some cornbread muffins, carbs be damned!

Mary messaged me a few days ago that she had been craving my chili. She’s on her way now to enjoy some. We’ll take it from there.

Everybody knows a little place like Kokomo
Now if you wanna go to get away from it all
Go down to Kokomo

2 thoughts on “Farewell to Kokomo

  1. Commenter Kevin noted that most people USE a fork to eat, not as a side dish.

    To be clear, that’s just one of English’s happy ambiguities. I wasn’t pointing out a mistake, so I hope my comment was taken in that spirit.

    It proves that failure to use proper punctuation can be a matter of life or death.

    Well, adding a comma would make the sign a direct command to the crocs. Obviously, the sign is trying to say, “There are crocodiles, so do not swim here.” But how, on a sign with limited space, do you punctuate that?

    “Crocodiles! Do not swim here.” = still sounds as if you’re addressing the crocs

    An awkward-but-clearer solution might be:

    “Do not swim here: crocodiles.” The colon basically means “because (there are).” But who writes a sign that way? Only a nerd like me.

    Maybe the best solution is just to put up a picture of a crocodile, with the only text being, “Do not swim here.” But a croc that could read might still think the sign was addressing him directly, and he’d be offended.

    Chili and muffins look good.

  2. Kev, yeah, I picked up on the humorous vein of the comment about eating forks. It was all in good pun!

    I’d probably just have the sign say “No swimming with the crocs” but then people might just take off their plastic shoes and jump in.

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