So began the exodus of Cuban refugees grabbing anything that could float for them to make it to the land of the free.
I had just a few months left in my enlistment, and my ship's officers decided that they could get along without
me-I spent all of August in Key West temporarily assigned to help with the retrieval of the Cuban flotsam.
It was HOT. I was nearly miserable, and stayed inside (as much as possible) with air conditioning at the Days Inn where I had been billeted.
The Day I Lost My Mind was the day I turned on the TV and discovered "Fawlty Towers". Whatever channel it was, they were playing one episode after another all day.
I had never seen anything like it. I laughed so hard I was helpless on the floor for hours. As soon as one
It was brilliant; I recently bought the remastered collection, which looks great-remarkable, considering how long ago the shows were produced.
If you want to laugh, catch up with Basil, Sybil, Polly and Manuel. It shines.
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following up from the last post-Fawlty Towers was brilliantly funny while operating within the constraints of British TV-they didn't need profanity to get laughs-they did it the old fashioned way: they earned it.
How many TV shows and movies these days are so full of cursing for effect that the words have lost their sting?
Like that chef I mentioned-overuse leads to diminished impact for the words.
Two posts in one day-I need to go sit down.
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