What I heard about Nicaragua
Well, the Nicaragua night has come and gone. I have been incommunicado since last Friday's paper so I do not know if anyone has reported on the big event or not.
All this week, I have been away from my little desk visiting the big city striving to make myself better to help out the borrowing public in their quest for better service. Hopefully, I have achieved my goal. Time will tell.
Anyway my little sister asked me tonight if the "night' has come and gone and I had to answer in the affirmative. She stated that my reporting has been a little bit spotty about the trip. I didn't go on the trip and I have to write the column so darned early in the week that I usually forget what I have on my plate to put in the column anyway.
The bits and pieces of what my young son has related to me, I will relay on to you now.
The fearless team left Woodstock in the middle of Woodstock's last official storm on Easter Friday. They motored to Newark, New Jersey, where they hopped on a plane to Houston and then on to Managua, capital city of Nicaragua.
They stayed one night in the capital and then drove on down to the coast to San Juan del Sur. On the first night, they were adopted by a young orphan who volunteered to be their guide while they were in the city.
One of the most glaring differences between here and Nicaragua, the intrepid Eleven noticed, was the level of security at their hotel. There were armed guards at the entrances and if a guest wanted to visit a restaurant or even go on a simple walk at night, then a security guard had to accompany them. All the men of the team had to get their picture taken with one of the guards and our locals were holding his shotgun.
While they were in the resort in the small town of San Juan del Sur, the life was much easier – no armed guards to escort them from place to place. The visitors were supposed to visit coffee plantations but it was deemed to be too dangerous to do so.
The women of the trip visited and helped at a local school and the men helped out at a veterinarian refuge. But it wasn't all work. They got to go on a sailboat voyage, surfing, body surfing, hiking and embarking on a zip line – hanging on a clothesline affair and gliding through the air.
They went over arid stretches and then through the moist confines of the rain forest experiencing everything that it had to offer! Usually the zip line trip, only takes a few minutes but the organizers hooked up several lines to make the trip last longer.
I am sure that Tracie and the gang can explain their trip with more enthusiasm than I did but I am only relating this third hand. All I know is that the young explorers had a great time and that all the members would do it again in a heartbeat.
Note to all those people who have commented on my basketball prowess and how good I look in the Basketball picture taken last week and displayed in last Tuesday's Bugle/Observer…I can hardly bounce the basketball without falling over. That picture is of my much younger brother, Jeff.
Not only is he younger but he got any basketball talent that was afforded our family back in the ‘70s. I think that my young son can take him mano a mano.
Don't forget to put up your Maybaskets on May 1. I have to thank Shirley M. for keeping me in the elusive Maybaskets for this year. I want to wish my wife and son a happy birthday this week.
They deserve a good day after putting up with me for a whole year.
That's it for me – keep safe and stay positive – the golf course should be open by now.
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