Marsh Harbour - Rake & Scrape

So I have stumbled upon yet another used paperback that's been edited by the Profanity Police. Although this time they did a half-***sed job of it and stopped censoring after about 30 pages. Either their pen ran out of ink or they finally realized that they needed to get a life. I am hoping for the latter.

Kevin spent all day troubleshooting the generator's bizarre tendency to shut down whenever it decides it has had enough. We thought it was fuel starvation but after changing the fuel filter a few weeks ago we were still puzzled as to why it would just come to a screeching halt while it was running. Today, Kevin replaced the fuel pump (hooray for spares!) and now it seems to be working as expected. I say "seems" because the genset likes to wait until we really need it before it goes kaput on us. So the jury is still out on whether it is fixed or not.

All day it rained while poor Kevin was working outside on the genset. Finally the rain let up just in time for us to head over to the Jib Room for rib night. It was awesome. Usually at these BBQ nights you get only 2-3 ribs but the Jib Room pulled out all the stops and everyone got a full rack of pork ribs with lots of fixin's. We shared our table with a nice couple (Ken & Kathy) who have a condo up at Treasure Cay. We stuck around after dinner for the live Rake & Scrape band, called "Brown Tip". Rake & Scrape is a local style of music where the musicians use whatever is at hand, in this case saws that they raked and scraped (aha!) with a knife. Oh, and they also had a cowbell (I will refrain from any Will Ferrell jokes). Kevin and I think that calling it a "band" was kind of a stretch since really it was just three guys (2 saws and the cowbell) scraping in rhythm to CD's by the original artists. So I guess when I was in sixth grade and would hang out in my neighbors' garage playing "drums" on an overturned garbage can to Bon Jovi tapes, I too was in a band -- a "garage band", if you will. Although I am poking a bit of fun it was still really entertaining to watch the rake and scrape. The band had everybody up and dancing before you could even say "Party in the Backyard", which I am beginning to believe is the national anthem of the Bahamas. But the highlight of the evening was Limbo Man who humored all the drunk tourists as they repeatedly stepped OVER the limbo stick (seriously, it was mildly funny the first time but after fifteen people all did the same trick it wore out its welcome). Professional Limbo Guy did his best to make it look like it was hard work to go under the ever-lower limbo stick until he pulled out the isopropyl alcohol and lit said stick on fire at the lowest setting. As he inched his way under while lighting a cigarette, we all knew he'd been pulling our legs all along. How low can YOU go? Cue the rake & scrape band. And oh, okay, I give in: "More cowbell!!!"