Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Fear and Loathing in Sarasota

I am sitting in the hotel room of the Quality Inn in Sarasota Florida and I think I am at the point of no return boredom-wise. Here are some of the things that I have been doing these last several days that has occupied our time as we wait for the survey of the Dunwurkin to arrive so that we can proceed with the negotiations for repairs and then hopefully on to the sale and acquisition.

I have discoverd my new favorite song...Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith. This song has firmly imprinted itself into my mind. The other day we were driving around the area at about 4:30 in the morning. It seems that I have not yet been able to break my early-to-bed-early-to-rise habits so our first effort of each day is to head out around 4:30 or 5:00 to get some real coffee because the coffee available on the little magic single cup size brewers in the room kind of stinks. So we were driving and we heard that song. It is a musical homage to the red plastic cups made by Solo that are omnipresent at almost any function that involves beer. Its a jaunty little tune...the kind of tune that burrows into your brain like a parasite. Watch the video. Very funny.

I almost got a ticket by the Longboat Key police department. On this same drive we drove along the main road of on of the long barrier islands, Longboat Key. I was driving 55 miles per hour minding my own business drinking 7-11 coffee when I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the spinning red lights of a police car that I immediately connected to the thought, "Oh, I guess the speed limit is not 55 mph. Oops." I pulled over and the policeman walked up and asked for license and registration which I provided to him. He went back to his car to perform the necessary investigation. A few minutes went by when he came back to my car with a warning. Whew! He then commented that he sees I am from St. Louis and that he recently moved down there from Philadelphia. So we ended up talking baseball. Go Cards!


The cable television in the hotel room is horrid unless you are really into business and stock market reports, ESPN Classic or local talk programs, of which all of these I am not.


We played miniature golf at the Smugglers Cove establishment right down the road from the hotel. We tied 48 each. That burned up a total of 45 minutes. Though I will say that it is a very nice establishment - very clean and kept up well. And they have live alligators in a pond. They were all lying on a platform in the middle. They looked bored, too. Oh, they do have an albino alligator in a display tank. Her hame is Pearl. She looked bored too.


I think tomorrow we will break out the Scrabble game and have a go at that.


Gosh, it would be swell if Charlie Pendergrass could borrow a boat and take us for a ride.


All is well. We're excited about the possibilities of the endeavor that we have set out to accomplish. We are looking forward to making progress.

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