Joanne arrived on a Sunday, so nothing happened until Tuesday when my wife had to work. Joanne asked if I wanted to go swimming and I jumped at the ch...ance to see her in a bikini. So, I got my trunks on and waited for her in the pool. When she didn’t show up after ten minutes, I went looking for her.I looked in the guest room where she was staying, but she wasn’t there. Then on a wild hunch, I looked in the master bedroom and there she was, lying on the bed with her blonde hair spread out and. She accepted it graciously, as if I just presented her with a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. “Why thank you, Uncle Bill,” she said, curtseying provocatively before me. “Now I think it’s time for another drink,” she declared, and we made our way back to the patio. I refilled our glasses with fresh ice and scotch, and we sat down at the table. As she shared some stories about her delightful three year old daughter, I went to work on the bamboo stalk. I stripped the leaves from the top, and cut a. There was a wet bar. A few girls walking around. There was a waitress who spotted me across the pool deck. I motion her for a drink. She quickly brought me a frozen margarita. It was after noon. It's never to early to start drinking on vacation. I threw my beach towel on a big white cozy lounge chair. I eased the top back a few clicks. I took off my white t-shirt. I folded my shirt and put on the cement deck next to my left hip. I took a quick sip of my frozen drink. I wrote my name on the room. . think of the next lock. Waiting for up bound traffic. No, don't rush.The canal bottoms were stirred by the bronze propellors of the steel barges. The watch bounced along the bottom; upstream by downstream barges, downstream by upstream ones. Turtles nudged it, carp sucked it and spat it out.The smaller canals became the home of frogs, turtles, fish and the businesses or playgrounds of boaters; sculls, rowboats, sand sellers, freshwater clam diggers, fishers.The abandoned canals had their lock.