Whiteylocks

     As I lay in bed last night, tossing and turning, in what can only be called a bed in the most literal sense, I began to think about what experience to write about next.  I finally got up and took some sleep aids.  One in pill form, the other brought to us by the first family of Panama – Abuelo Rum.  After a few minutes of stupid TV, I decided to try sleep again.  I sat on the edge of the slab I jokingly call a bed and began to feel

a bit like Goldilocks; with a few exceptions.  First my hair is not golden.  What’s left of it is mostly white, and secondly Goldilocks had the distinct advantage of trying three different beds until she found the one that was ‘just right’. 

The girl in the fable wanders into a house in the woods and takes a nap.  I don’t know how I did it but I think I wandered in to the Flintstones house and found Fred

and Wilma’s bed, and I KNOW damn well Goldilocks slept better than I have been.

      Now, in one case I do hold the upper hand when it comes to comparing these fairy tales.  In the children’s story you may remember that Goldilocks gets busted by the current tenants of the house which come in the form of three fairly aggressive bears.

They find her sleeping, get pissed, and chase her off.  In my story I am not caught snoozing (that would require a level of comfort not afforded to me) by three angry bears, but am greeted by three beers.  I am not making this up.  There is ‘Panama’ beer,

‘Atlas’ beer, and a beer called 'Balboa' which is named for Panama’s founder.  Instead of being chased by bears, my beers were chased with rum. 

 

I'm sorry, but I’ll have to continue the story of Whiteylocks and the Three Beers tomorrow.  Right now my back is killing me…and I need to chase some beers.