Gravity and Justice For All … Lower Florida Keys Shitgrinder RebellionBY SLOAN BASHINSKY
Aw shit …
This all falls on mechanically retarded me
to try to explain why it it a terrible idea
to use shit grinder pumps in the Cudjoe sewer district
anywhere gravity sewer systems can be used. […full article]
Had early Christmas dinner last night with dear friends in Key Colony Beach, adjacent to Marathon. Wifey told me of a recent miracle she saw happen in front of her very eyes in a south Florida courtroom.
An angel of the Lord entered the proceedings and made everyone involved live happily ever after. Am not at liberty to publish further details, not a case of public interest.
Hubby has a PhD from M.I.T., mechanical and chemical engineering, taught there, worked at Oak Ridge a while, worked in private industry for a long while, invented a few things, watches Bill O’Reilly regularly, detests Barack Obama, but strangely seems to like me okay. Hubby said, unless grinder pumps are industrial grade (bulletproof, so to speak), they are a terrible idea for the Florida Keys.
Headed home, I offered a ride to a woman with some plastic shopping bags and a walker sitting at the US 1 bus stop in front of CVS and Walgreen’s on Big Pine Key. She said she was going to a woman’s lodging place on Sugarloaf Key. Which Sugarloaf Key? Where the Sugarloaf Lodge is. First things she wanted to talk about was the grinder pump war, sounded terrible, did I now anything about it? I said I’m up to my eyeballs in it, read my post the current at www.goodmorningfloridakeys.com and the posts going back the past few days.
When we reached Sugarloaf Lodge, she wasn’t sure that was the right place. I drove down the road across from Sugarloaf Lodge and stopped a local resident in a pickup, who said he never heard of the women’s lodge, but he just happened to have an I-phone and he found the place’s website and a phone number, which I called as he drove away before I got the address from him. No answer, voicemail, and another number to call. I left a message that I had one of their lost lodgers with me. I called the other number, a person’s number, no answer, voice mail. I left about the same message. It was the right place according to the message on the first number.
Well, maybe it was the other Sugarloaf Key. So back up US 1 to Mangrove Mama’s, turn right, go down that road toward the burnt out bridge, stop a local resident out for a walk, he never heard of the women’s lodge either, but he told why the bridge was burned out years ago – so bigger drug boats could get into shore there. Back out to Mangrove Mama’s. No, that’s not familiar. By now, I’m wondering what in the hell is going on?
She had said she got down here 5 days ago, had stayed at the lodge five days. Someone took her up to Big Pine that morning, so she should shop for clothes at the Salvation Army. She had nothing showing where she was staying. She had left the brochure at the lodge. I offered to drive her down to KOTS. No way, Hosea. I sounded put out, I definitely was frustrated. She said she wanted out of the car because of how I was talking to her, I said okay. She asked for the two phone numbers, I wrote them down for her and she got out of the car as I called the lodge back and left another message that I knew not what else to do but leave their guest at Mangrove Mama’s, which would be open a few more hours. I asked for a call back to let me know how it had worked out.
I thought I should go into Mangrove Mama’s and see if they had a computer I could use to get online and look up the women lodge’s website and find a street address. But now I didn’t see the woman. A Key West bus had pulled up at the bus stop. Maybe she was getting on it? I drove on down to Key West wondering what that was all about and if I was going to be stuck by lighting for abandoning her? So far, no lighting, no call back, no answer to what that was all about? – so far.
Dreams last night were delightful ;-), pointed toward lots of fun stuff to cover today.