Were you born an asshole? Or did you work at it your whole life?

First the good shit.
Avadon dive shop passed with two thumbs up! Our guests went to Glovers and reported that the entire day was first rate. I look forward to working with Anne-Marie. Good job Avadon!
One thing to note, apparently the big jet boat is still tied up in customs or some shit, so they went in a skiff.
The guests also made a report from diner the night before at Green Parrot. These are repeat guests and they are already familiar with Isabella’s cooking, so as you would expect the Green P. got a good review as well.
Last night they were at the M.B. hotel for dinner and as with most all, they raved about their meals! Man, we eat good up here!!

Next up, ‘The Meeting’!
A meeting of Maya Beach residents was called to be held at Spectrart at 1600.
As some of you know, M.B. was developed in the 60’s and has designated parks and public beach accesses.

Over the years the original planners and owners have died off leaving one left standing who has title to an entire shit-load of lots.
Just for simplification purposes and to help this post flow more freely, he shall be referred to from now on as
“The Fucking Greedy Asshole”.

We have battled before with a certain neighbor who tried to claim a 40’ access as her own and got that handled. But now there is a larger, real threat to our beach parks.
This Fucking Greedy Asshole wants to divide up the parks and sell them! The Fucking Greedy Asshole sez we don’t need the parks anyway?
The battle lines have been drawn and so it begins. He has already gone so far as to make threats to anyone who dares to get in his way! Committees have been somewhat formed, and the GOB will be bombarded with unhappy citizens.
I will post suggestions here soon if anyone wants to help our cause, write letters and shit like that.
Oh, did I forget to mention that The Fucking Greedy Asshole is a Canadian? AND a lawyer!!!

Then we leave the meeting (cause they ain’t got no beer), get home to the doublewide and plop down for some cool ones when our friends the bats come to dine. I decide to see just how close they will let me get while Mrs. Barn snaps some shots. Call this ‘extreme bat watching.’ They never touched me but they were as close as they could get! Fun, you should try it!

Edit: Two new tunes in the juke box, Yaz and George Friend, but I'm not sure it's working correctly. Could someone try it and report please!












COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.
Female... The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's partner.
Male... Leaving a note before taking off drinking beer with the boys.