May 12 Saturday Evening Post

Written by Jack van Ommen on May 12th, 2012

Another slight change of plans. When I came to pick up my reserved car at 2 p.m.  it turned out that I would have to pay for two days, even if I returned it within 24 hours. Weird. So, I am picking it up tomorrow at 8 and then return it in the evening. This will still give me enough time to arrive in Hania for 10 a.m. mass. And I will not have to stay in a hotel tonight. Now I will take off for mainland Greece on Monday morning. I am sitting at a sidewalk cafe overlooking the bay. A mega yacht is anchored and the ferry boat just came in. Even the locals are out for the Saturday evening stroll and a drink. I believe that I am the only sailing yacht on the south coast of Crete. This is the only harbor on the entire south coast but the North Coast has lots of harbors and marinas.

I have sent a mail to the “Where is Jack” list  about my friend Howard Richardson who celebrates his 80 th birthday tomorrow. In case you are not on my list here is a repeat:

“Yesterday you got the answer to the question where Jack is. Here is a new one: Do you know the Muscle Man?
The Muscle Man has his 80th birthday today, the 13th of May. He also goes by Senor Muy Elegante, Sonny Kent. His real name is Howard Richardson.
We met in February 2008 in the Green Cove Springs marina on the St.Johns River near Jacksonville.
Howard has been everywhere and has done everything. In August of 2008 he moved to Chile, after a lady there offered him a better deal than the one in Paris, and started sending a number of his friends e-mails about his experiences and interspersed them with flash backs of his early Bohemian days.
I have compiled these into a 60 plus page Word document and Howard agreed to have you share these. You can find it at  www.cometosea.us/albums/Howard.docx
Howard has a unique way with words, outrageous, hilarious, irreverent, etc.
But if you ever wish to travel to Chile and the surrounding countries be sure to read these mails.
You’ll read about him making sleeping room in Aquatic Park for Allen Ginsberg, painted for a living in Paris, Pirates Alley in New Orleans, the Bay area; drinking with Dylan Thomas in Greenwich Village, whipping Jack Kerouac’s ass in North Beach.
Hope you all enjoy this as much as I have and I promise I’ll add to it, from time to time, from his upcoming mails.
Or you can wish him Happy Birthday and twist his arm to be put on his mailing list.
I’ll do the forwarding.”

I patched the rubber duck and the water tank, took a bath, washed clothes. Last night I made a stir fry with Napolitos, the fresh shoots of the prickly cactus, that I picked along the trail.

 

 

 

 

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