George Town - Going to **** in a Handbasket

Kevin and I are lucky to share the joy of laughter. At others' expense. Is that wrong? If so, we are probably going to hell but we can't help it -- people are pretty funny as a general rule. Like on the VHF radio. We love the folks who named their boat "Bad Boy". Especially when another boater gets on the radio and coos, "Hey, Bad Boy. This is Sea Kitten. Meet me on channel seven-one," like something off a steamy phone sex commercial. Dumb boat names never get old. Seeing "Dances With Dolphins" tooling around the harbor gets us every time. You really have to wonder what some people are thinking sometimes... A couple weeks ago I picked up a book at a book swap that had been edited by some righteous do-gooder so that all the cuss words were blacked out. Every **** one. Plus it was a hard-boiled detective novel where the characters swear a lot so most of the pages were heavily censored. Strangely enough, "bastard" did not make the cut, but "smartass" was scribbled out. Yeah, it was pretty annoying but we thought it was entertaining as ****. In an email my friend Darlene suggested that I do something similar with some other book, only she said to censor out something silly like all the pronouns or all the color words. That would leave the next person scratching their head for sure, trying to figure out what your hangup was. One thing that really had us chucking was earlier this week we were in town and saw these nice flyers advising kids to read more. The local library has a tutoring program in the mornings where cruisers get together with local schoolkids to help them read. The poster had photos of kids smiling and holding up books. "Wanted: good readers," the sign read, "Kids who join the library reading program will earn a reward." The thing was, the only place in town where we saw these flyers was at the liquor store! You can't make this stuff up.