Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rain."

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/ "Rain." (Pioggi)

(dedicato: Michael Cristol)


When the rain came, enough to piss off the Pope, just doing laundry, hung it out in a fair wind, took a shower, washed my hair; always a sign, the weather U got, gonna change, no Murder in sight, just the RAIN pissing off my Laundry, the Pope; probably Agnes too: She's s''posed to show up; make my Sunday: Have lunch together. Have sex!
It always rains on Sunday.

Agnes just got back from a "Cruise". 3 weeks of Hell. She - against my advice - took off on a 27 footer sailboat with 2 other gals and 3 drunks bound for Havana, Cuba. Out of Key Largo they hit the Gulf Stream and a tad like the GILLIGAN "3 hour tour" it turned into the "Tale of the Ancient Bikini"; "Tits, Nipples, everywhere, but Not a Guzzle nor Brewski!".... 3 days later they scrambled ashore into some stinking mangrove swamp way off the pages of any glossy tourist destination...in Guantanamo.....USA Military Prison Camp....loaded with Muslim Terrorists, steel helmeted Military Cops with minimal-Muslim sense of humour... and no "TIKI" bar!

I heard it said that in the UPPER USA, Michigan, Illinois, Wisconsin you can go into any bar and chances are the gal on the next bar stool is always looking for a new husband....And she already  has 3 kids ...all fine and dandy?  ...In the "Conch Republic", the Florida Keys, it's the reverse: A Hedonistic culture in its most  skeletal form. Every dude, taxi driver, bartender, tour guide, professional Diver, ... is a Hemingway, his every gal, a dream boat inspiration.... so skip the bambinos!!! It's "De Rigeur!"Culture. People live, prevail, mostly poor, and die within this tropical, embryonic shroud, on a pearl string of islands, the Florida Keys. There's no external danger, outside of the occasional hurricane,  just the tugs and slugs of tidal economics and the privilege of spiritual escapism....which brings me back to Agnes...

Did I tell you about Agnes? I guess not. There she is, slapping my screen door!...Or maybe it's just the sea breeze...or a gust of rain?


c2018/davedelacroix, Sciacca, Sicily.