Pop us like Bubble wrap, we’re done.
Seasons change, and my memories of the beaches are as fresh as just caught fish. The beautiful bathing beauties and teeny-weeny polka dot bikinis satisfied my taste for this salty piece of land we call paradise. But, its time to migrate with the birds, and let the locals enjoy their home for awhile without the demands of bargain hunters. We leave taking the sun at our backs like an F-14 fighter pilot leaving a vapor trail…of cigarette smoke.
Seminole has been a beacon from a lighthouse for me when I come out of my cool fog, it’s my 10 acre sandbox. It’s fun to walk the grounds and feed the iguanas on the island. Makes them big and scary to the women, and that’s when I offer to buy them a beer and tell war stories. There are some real ‘Hot’ dishes out there around the pool… and in the restaurant too.
As you can see I’m easily amused, and I’ll do the same on my journey this summer, but I must confess I’ll miss the friendly poolside chats and $5.00 pitchers of beer with chicken wings…naked.
I think the owner knows what he has here in Seminole, and wants to satisfy the masses. He picked some very easy going managers to care for us. I look forward to satisfying my social needs, and asking the ol’ familiar question; “Where are you from”?
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About Coffey: Coffey is a current resident of Seminole that has been traveling in and out since the 70's. |
Is this dude a total stoner?
Now all you guys have to do is pick up all the cigarette butts there.