Tales of the KWFL
The Original Tale: How the KWFL Came to Be
written by Greenwoman, the Beloved Muse
Preface
With thanks and apologies to Jimmy Buffett and crewe,
and proceeding under the assumption that forgiveness is easier to ask than
permission,
This serial takes place in a universe just a dimensional shimmer away from our own...
TALES OF THE KEY WEST FOREIGN LEGION
The Pirate Parrott Boathouse, Beach and Bar
Dedicated to the crewe of alt.fan.Jimmy-Buffett -- GreenWoman
In late 1997, Dawn the Beach Bitch, Esq. posted the following to alt.fan.jimmy-buffett:
I say DO IT!!!!!! DO IT NOW!!!!! And while you're at it, why not establish a halfway house...no, a crash pad...no, obviously a BAR for other members of the bar who've realized "we had plenty of lawyers...calypso poet shortage..." I'll bring my blender and see you there!
To which, Greenwoman responded--
I think this sounds like a *wonderful* idea!
We disenfranchised, disillusioned, dissatisfied and downright damn cold parrottheads, who have somehow migrated beyond the borders of our natural habitat, ought to be able to engineer a return to Paradise if we all work together! Here's the fantasy, in the true Mickey Rooney spirit of "Let's do the show right here!":
We'll get real estate maven Grandmommie Parrotthead to find and engineer the purchase of a beat-up old boathouse on a bay. Small beach, big house required on the property. We'll tear down the Tresspassers Will Be Shot notices left behind by the previous owners (a militia group who got too mellow living in Paradise to stay pissed off, built a shell shop in Biloxi and moved out) and put up a sign dubbing the place Pirate Parrot Boat Bar and Flop House. Half of this newsgroup will immediately
move in.
Blackbeard and Desdemona will find a small, racked-out charter boat which we will name Tiki and all will help to restore while playing "Take It Back" from Summer Rental over stereo speakers which we shall mount from the roof of the boathouse. Oyster Cracker will be our cook, Bill Hoffert our bottlewasher, Drifty the Gypsy our navigator. Viper Woman can be the nose art for the Tiki. ;-) Dawn and our other refugee lawyer can help keep us out of trouble ("If we have fun they would
not restrain us, if we got caught they would just explain us." (Borrowed from Paul Williams' "Phantom of the Paradise" soundtrack) keep the blenders running and provide local color when other, less fortunate
Parrottheads seeking to recreate with us while on vacation drift onto the
property. And don't forget that recording studio we're going to cobble
together out of the old garage! We'll sell the movie rights to Universal
and live happily ever after.
Are you with me? %-)
GreenWoman
And from these simple posts was born the KWFL, told in the First Tale.
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