American Work Mule

Love of money and ice picks.

The ultimate pay out. An old timey machine full of coin the more you put in the more come out, this called a gamble won.

I was on a streak, the machine was nearing empty, when Lucres owner came out, he was mad and angry and did not like me for taking his pot.

He began stabbing me and my friend with an ice pick over and over again.

As we had offered to hand it back, I can only guess he was satiating the human desire to be mean.

So much for human nature as your bleeding out on the carpet.

He reaches down and takes the money back, then cuts his own throat with a razor sharp cycle bleeding out across the room, this action taken out of loyality to what otheres might think.

I suppose nothing more insidious then this the vessel of greed to propagate evil as if growing tomatoes, tending to them gently.

As we all cry out in unison’ where is mine’ a coin of phrase
Thank goodness it was only a bad dream.

Johnny G.

Flying along on the verge of loss of control, In a Piper Navajo, props foward, mixtures rich, boost pumps on, I find myself wondering if gust locks or control locks are in, pushing the nose over no airspeed increase. Bad feeling. Not wanting to stall and spin in.

7:14 a.m high tide. Partly cloudy, winds variable 5 kts. 30% chance of rain, seas 1-2′ outside the reef, isolated showers and thunderstorms, near shore smooth to light chop.

Tied up to a mooring Ball At Looe Key, eating strawberrys I chuck the not eaten tops with leafy green attached into the water, The Sargeant Majors, come to the surface rolling in a feeding frenzy, I find they relish equally as well, Potatoe chips, A storm skirts moving N. N.E. lightening bolts, winds increase to 20-25, donning Pink Mask and fin’s, Karen’s Blue we jump in for a swim, 3 Dusky sharks circling , a hog fish there, Parrot fish , Snapper, and all those crazy little sargent majors everywhere, I am hearing Paul Mcartneys Jet, La La La La La Sargeant Major, I heard your were gonna be Marrying soon. I looked it up the lyrics that is to Jet, there seems to be some argument to what he was writing about some say his dog, others say David Bowie, and even others say nothing, He was just stringing words together together, because he could do what he liked, Anything. I rather like the latter concept. But the more I think about it, he was singing about the Sargeant Majors eating strawberrys at Loo Key, you know the Beatles did visit Key West.

Johnny G.

Pose the question this:

When do dellusions of granduer cease for any of us if ever?

When they become so?

And here as follows:
Yesterdays news brought to you today not tomorrow unless of course you have not read it yet.

Having been thinking about Influential Politicos in New Orleans, and of course the world.

Changes of heart, and suttle nuances I have found a conclusion at my feet, this, well at least in my way of thinking.

‘I have arrived at obscurity with out even trying, Bravo! catch me if you can.’ ME.

Mostly I am returned from this my foray and once again happily resonating with family of daughters, and now for the close of my latest Costa Rica road trip , Ye Gads! of Poas.

OR

JUMPING INTO POAS
Perhaps the answers to lifes deeper questions lie in the depth of the unknown. However,

Max his blue Cadillac, Katie, Kelly and I dissapeared into a bank of cloud’s at the base of volcun Poas.
Traveling through time and coming out of the mist the other side
never to be the same.

Having spoken of distant lands lifes realitys through shared imagery generated by the words , we linked in ether of thought and jumped into the vortex falling, falling, falling, all the way down into ideas with levity.

Thank you for careing to share New friends.

What do you suppose could or would happen if everybody in the world awoke one day, and at the same moment opened their eyes to see they felt a bit better for what had transpired the day before?

Yours in concept. Abscent gunfire and explosions.

Johnny G.

I was heading towards the shower, there was a knock on adjacent door, the door opens there is the maid in a salmon colored uniform, getting an eye full. I sooooory she exclaimed. That’s o.k. said I.

Part 3
It is 3:00 a.m. Horns blair, a solo trumpet sounds, painted ladies stroll by my window three stories down. A man sings a rendition of Harry Belafonte’s Day-O . A feminine voice cries out Iyeeeeeee .

On the taxi ride from the S.J.O. airport to downtown , while sitting at a standstill in traffic, a man walks up to the cab holding a colorful string pupett, up to the window glass, pulling on the strings he makes the arms and legs dance, Just the other side of the rain streaked pane.

I chuckle in retrospect recalling words in a dream this, ‘porcipines have soft bellies.

Like human tendancies perhaps, I say Oh I see.
these lessons learned from the balseros the string pupetts through glass, and porcipine belly’s.

Belies us this: In some fashion we as humans always suffer some form of an achilles heel or tendion.

Dance pupett dance, I to am here, I say to the pupeteer, and such behaviour amongst sheer madness.

How much of nothing can one get to know?

These just words , sentiment, meaning. Perhaps so or not.

But, in fact the pupett does dance just the other side of the glass.

I saw him just yesterday. Johnny G.

If this mornings flight is an indicator SPIRIT airlines gets 5 stars, everything I read that was negative about SPIRIT in past reviews seems distant. The girl smiled right away as I walked up to the counter in FLL. And the whole trip went like clock work, hell they even gave away free bags of pretzels, A screwdriver with two miniatures was @11.00 less then bars in Key West.

I sat with a family of 4 Cubans that had fled Cuba a short 10 years ago, The mom and dad were both doctors, and the Father and sons were going spear fising here in Costa Rica, as we flew over and across
Cuba the father motioned to the son pointing down as we flew atop there old home town of Mantanzas, The 20 year old son told me he was a 10 year old 60# boy when they fled in a raft. The family of Balsaros has done well for themselves from appearances.

Check in here at the Del Rey uneventful, the bell hop grabbed my bag and 4 bottles of gift liquors as we headed for the elevator another bell hop was there pointing out three bullet holes one in the ceiling one near the elevator door, and one in the trim. 3 days ago pow, pow, pow, through the side entrance. An apparant driveby .J.

Interesting difference, same song, same guy.

                                                 HERE I GO AGAIN

It’s 3:00 a.m. and the melody and lyrics to the song  ‘  here I go again ‘  are ratteling around and around in my head.

Spirit airlines the latest in the thumbs down catagory for the airline industry (oh please do have a read on the review sites) Sky Trax etc… Spirit  Is once again my prefered choice for my upcoming trip to Costa Rica Spirit acting on my behalf has As a penny saver funding my tour of the volcano Poas . Why thank you Spirit.

Last trip down I took SPIRIT , I received as a perk a twice delayed flight on the return leg out of S.J.O. and was rewarded with an at the airport overnight stay, as I had missed the shuttles, to whisk me homeward.

I curtsy to Spirit.       (not just for girls anymore) . curtsying that is.

I did gain a priceless memory by chatting up a homeless woman who was spending the night in the airport as well, she had chin whiskers , she did tell me that once she was beautiful. Then she asked me if I would marry her, and if we could go nude sunbathing and swimming at a beach near where I live. Never know who you will meet.

Since Spirit is one up on me now I am tieing on my boxing gloves for the upcoming rounds, this coming Friday and Monday.

Reminding myself to be greatfull, as it still beats a horse and buggy,  at least in respect to time and distance covered.

As a precaution I have purchased the two gloves one delayed the other cancelled flight insurance.

Tune back in around the 13th-17th for part two of my Spirit review, and Poas tour etc… I may join spirits $9.00 club, just have not quite convinced myself as of yet. It is a privilage to get to go anywhere on one of those jets.

Even if it does have small seats, if my butt hurts to much I will just put some hydrocortisone on it.  Maybe Spirit could charge for packets of it in flight? along with everything else. J.

                                                     Ports of call

A  journey on earth a suspended interplanetary ball.

The planet earth’s emissary’s darting here and there and prone to wandering through the streets and avenues of this the port of mankind here in the global township.

Paths cross, similar to being at a busy airport.

Don’t I know you? A familiar face becon’s warmth and affection.

I hear words softly spoken I see gentle eyes, amongst all the clutter and clacking at these ports of call.

I then wander through this maze knowing I could better see from a vantage.

Perhaps home is the port of longest duration or of developed kinship and love of family.

I have heard it said, home is where you are as well as where your heart is.

What is longing for then do you suppose?

For some the motion creates the emotion. So I have been told.

                                                                                           Johnny G.