The first week or so on Cortes has produced some keen, pithy observations. Here's one to consider. We wondered if Lili weren't the only Canadian on the Island. Nearly all of our new acquaintances and friends-to-be are either USAmericans, British or dogs. Is it possible that we are surrounded by former CIA and MI5... and dogs? What better place to be incognito than here? At the store I eavesdropped on two gents of the British persuasion and am quite sure the cryptic snatches of language I heard were much more meaningful than what was said. Holding a pound of butter, Brit #1 said, "Salted? Or no?" Brit #2's rejoinder was precisely what one might expect. "Salted, of course." Come on! That's spy language if ever I heard some. Then at the till (register to those of you below the 49th parallel), #2 says to #1, "We should get crisps for the girls?" Who besides Double 0-type spies could ever get away with a trade like that?
The Gringos are even more obvious in their subterfuge. A guy at the coop said he was from San Francisco and was a huge Giants' fan. Yeah right; every dope and his uncle knows that Giants play in New York.
Later in the week I encountered a Russian. Oh, man. What other explanation can there be? As the glacier that was the Cold War receded it deposited its flotsam right here on Cortes Island.
2 comments:
"No but if you hum a few bars I can fake it."
Not sure what planet your from..
Canadian + Lived here (Cortes) many decades... never been to the coop.... foreign entities abound ..... follow the octopus at hollyhoax
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