Even Mexico Beach is not immune to progress.
Mexico Beach is a place you drive through, unless you own a beach cottage
there, although once when Brenda was teaching the Mitel analog PABX factory Installation,
Operation, and Maintenance (IOM) course to the technicians at St. Joe Tel, she stayed
at the El Governor Motel, in Mexico Beach.
Old Folks once ate breakfast at
Sharon's Restaurant, when the Chamber of Commerce was promoting its annual Ling Tournament.
Ling is the name some marketer thought up for cobia. I guess ling test-marketed
better than cobia, although to me it sounds like an oriental trying to pronounce
ring.
It's not true that an oriental woman's pussy is horizontal,
and you play it like a harmonica, but it is true if you eat her, you're hungry an
hour afterwards.
Wait. I forgot Raymond Chandler's rules for writing PI
novels.
1. No Chinaman must figure in.
PI stands for post-inaccrochable.
What you write when you can't sell what you write.
Or public intellectual.
Think of Stanley Crouch lecturing people on how Bill Evans could not play piano.
Could it be because he's white, Stanley? Or "European," instead
of African-American?
Seine-fisherman don't just call a ling a cobia, they
call a cobia a shiteater, because when they defecate over the stern, the fish comes
up and eats their feces.
I once wrote a short story about this and sent it
to a little magazine called Shit Digest. They accepted it.