What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us.–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Yesterday afternoon we raised a glass in a farewell toast to a respected member of the Barretto expat community, Alan Magowan. Alan passed away earlier this week in England, where he had recently returned for cancer treatment. His suffering is over now, and may he Rest in Peace.
I was somewhat better acquainted with his long-standing girlfriend, Christine, a bestie of my ex, Marissa. It was sad to see her in tears, but that’s the way of death, it seems–no more suffering for the deceased, but the pain lives on in those who loved him. I gave her a hug and told her that if she ever needed anything, to let me know. She has big changes ahead of her, but I know she has a good heart and a strong will; she’ll get through this.
The gathering was at Harley’s, a venue I enjoy but seldom visit.
When the ceremony for Alan was completed, I headed down Baloy Road to another venue I occasionally enjoy.
And then, they were all transported to the floating bar in the sailboat’s dinghy. Took two trips.
After Johan’s, I caught a trike to Queen Victoria for my nightcap and spent a little time with Angie. It was a nice way to end my night out. I came home and watched the first episode of Season Two of Lucifer. When I tried to watch the second episode this morning, I realized that I didn’t remember much from episode one, so I had to rewatch that first. A good lesson to remember–don’t drink and watch TV–it’s a waste of time.
At one o’clock this afternoon, I’ll attend Bob’s wake at It Doesn’t Matter. Then I have the Hideaway feeding to take care of. I expect I won’t be watching any TV tonight.
And I’ll close with this Facebook memory from five years ago:
RIP, Alan.
And some of the best bar signage I’ve seen
But what’s the error on the sign? (no peeking at Grammarly) Hint: don’t worry about the lack of a period at the end. I chalk that up to “signage style.”
The Kokomos floating bar
You can swim to the bar if you want, right?
Watching the sun go down
Beautiful shot.
re: Bob’s wake
This is going to sound horrible, but I suddenly remember that series of riddles:
What do you call a man with no arms and no legs hanging on your wall?
Art.
What do you call the same man if he’s in your mailbox?
Bill.
If he’s on your floor?
Matt.
If he’s floating in your pool?
Bob.
I’d like to think Bob himself would appreciate the humor. RIP, Bob.
Alright, I didn’t use my toolbox, but if I were writing that sign, I’d do it like this: “Shit doesn’t just happen–it’s caused by assholes.” Using a semi-colon instead of the dash works, too.
Yes, you can swim to the floating bar if that’s your thing. Quite a few folks swim during their visit as well, like those “floaters” I photographed.
I’m impressed with your name punnage–I’m glad you appreciate the widely disparaged low-brow humor of the pun. And indeed, Bob was the kind of man who would have laughed at that joke.
It’s going on my next T-shirt. Back in Colorado Springs in 2 days.