Okeechobee is a captive lake. Its water level has dropped drastically in the preceding years of drought.
"In 1970 something a flood filled the roof." The beehived bartender of the Gator Hole said through an exhale of smoke. have fallen lightly in the past years. "Day like this 4 years ago have all sorts of boats tied up to the docks."
She looked out through the screens to the boat ramp. Vegetation covered the inlet's surface. Dragonflies buzzed through the air. The water was about 5 feet short of full.
"Pretty low." I drank my Corona. It was cold.
"Before the rainy season there was no water. Only mud. Gators liked it." She pointed out two baby 'gators hiding under the dock. Their snouts were the size of size 42 boots.
Leslie and here son were playing pool. Their mother-child rivalry was transferred from words to the table. Leslie was better and her son put Jimi Hendrick on the jukebox.
"I haven't seen a juke box in years." I couldn't recall ever running into one in Thailand.
"You want another beer?" She waved the cigarette on my face. It was a menthol.
"Sure." Leslie was paying.
I got a handful of quarters and played the best of GRAND FUNK RAILROAD.
"I'm your captain oh yeah."
I loved the Gator Hole Bar.
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