Just a Sleepy Little Village

You don't mind if I start at the present and work my way back, do you? Ah, good. I didn't think you would.

So, let's get started.

Have you ever read one of those mystery novels that maybe take place in a seaside New England village? It's the end of the tourist season, and the only folks left are a few quirky locals who are all above suspicion.

Suspicion. Well, what happened? Oh, didn't I mention there had been a murder? Well, there had been. A typically neat and tidy one too. Not much in the way of clues. Sure, there's other weirdness too.

The colorful New England hardwood trees are beginning to lose their leaves, and as they do so, they simultaneously begin to morph into various types of palms. The brisk and slightly salty fall air, typical of seaside New England villages, also begins to morph, as things do in dreams... What? I forgot to mention that this is a dream too? Where's my head nowadays? Anyway, it is a dream... I think. Only, it's beginning to look a lot like here. Here being Corozal.

The weather's weird. One day, in fact just a couple of days ago, the temperature was in the upper nineties with the humidity to match. And that evening, it morphs into a cooling... a bit lower... a brisk and chilly night. The next day, it's still chilly, but then begins to swing the other way. By mid afternoon, it's positively hot.

And it continues on into the evening, when the breeze kicks in and suddenly sucks the heat out of everything, enough that we've thrown a blanket onto the bed just before we go to sleep. This is the reality part here, not the dream. Isn't it? I'm not so sure anymore.

Well, to be sure, lots of folks have departed for the season. Some just this morning, some tomorrow morning. Soon, we'll be back to only filling one or two tables at the Friendship Luncheon instead of an SRO crowd at the Purple Toucan.

If this was a actual tourist town, we'd see the beer prices drop back down to, say, two-fifty a Belikin. Alright, I can settle for three- or three-fifty.

Nelson Enjoying A Cool One

Thanks for the photo, Colleen. It turned out perfect. I bet you were wondering how I was going to fit it into the story. Now you know.

Now that I've had this brainstorm, I'll publish it and get to bed. I've got doggies to walk in the morning, and lots more to tell you about and a few pictures along the way.