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Well. my cell phone is shot, keys are gone, cigarettes, gone; sunglasses, all are gone. But I'm still alive, and that's a good thing. This all usually happens when I'm with my friends Jack or Jose, better known as Mr. Daniels or Mr. Cuervo. They make a definite contribu- tion to my idiocracy. The second time I was straight, or at least as straight as I could be. for a little more of everything. What was I thinking? Split-faced and trying to find my way around Love's Cove and the mole, I think, "Hey, all right. I'm in town. Let's have some fun?' By this time, Maria and Julie at RadioShack had a pool going as to when I would be back in for a new cell phone. Would it be a day, a week, or could I make it a whole month? A couple Of more cocktails in a noisy bar in Avalon and I'm off to Pebbly, headed home. After singing 'Tm Popeye the Sailor Man" all the way, there was a little problem getting on board. While trying to board the ketch. another long step. another nose dive, another splash. However. this time I still had my work boots on my feet and a backpack on my back too. I couldn't bring myself back up into the skiff, and I surely couldn't pull myself up onto the sailboat. "Allan," I said to myself, "you are going to die if you don't get your- .self on-board. NOW." With my last ounce of energy I was on the skiff, then on the boat where I shivered like a hairless Chihuahua till dawn. Then it hit me. The realization that I had not I made one mistake, took a long -sured the skiff when I climbed step into the skiff and splash, an--aboard. It drifted all the way to other cell phone, sunglasses, ciga- rettes, etc.. all gone. I'm alive, and that's a good thing. Then, a couple of years ago, with a very worthy skiff loaned by a friend, I began my next adven- ture into stupidity. My adventure didn't prove to be worthy of his friendship. On a Saturday afternoon in May, while moored off Cal-Ed just past Pebbly Beach, I motored out at about 6 p.m. I got bored so I headed back to Avalon in the skiff White's Landing without hitting rocks. Lucky me. Again, no phone, no sunglasses, no backpack or boots. The last two halos I will keep to myself because they are very personal. As a live-aboard, the last coupl of nightcaps should be enjoyed on the boat instead of in town, keeping you a safe soldier When it comes to getting home at the end of the night. After the trip home it can be just that, a trip to Davy Jones Locker." The "Oldman" knows the sea can be an angry mistress. He offers a warning: Mother ocean will eat you alive, or at least gobble up your sunglass and house keys. And thaPs all that I have to say about that. Do you have stories for the Is- lander? Send your ideas and sub- missions to ed@cinews, us. Watson From page 3. has a number of different mean- ings and connotations, only one of which loosely refers to a "club" or "lodge". And although coming up with the "gathering place" response may satisfy us, it still leaves the visitor confused and perhaps feeling a lit- tle tricked, especially if they came all the way out here to gamble (and I have met such people before). "OK, so I forgot to pack my Oxford Dictionary of English Ety- mology," they say. "But everyone knows that any establishment in America called a 'casino' is used for gambling. What gives?" The best overall answer to this I've devised is, quite simply, that in t920s America when our Ca- sino was built, the term "casino" was not used exclusively for gam- bling establishments. In those days, a "casino" could conceivably be any kind of large entertainment area with dancing, movie theaters, penny arcades, and so forth; an establishment akin to our modern day malls and gallerias, I suppose. In other words, in 1929, if you were to tell someone you were goJ ing to a casino, they wouldn't au- tomatically assume, you were going someplace to gamble. It wasn't until the late 1940s, I tell them, that Jim Watson the term Columnist "casino" began to be used exclusively for gambling establishments, at least in the United States. It all began in 1947 when a gentleman named Bugsy Siegel opened the legend- ary Flamingo Hotel and Casino in a then-barren patch of Nevada desert that the world would come to know as Las Vegas. Ever since then, the terms "casino" and "gam- bling" have been synonymous. Why haven't we Changed the name? Well, since it's not really, our fault that the definition of the word "casino'; has evolved over the years into something it wasn't before, it's not really incumbent on us to change the name of our iconic landmark to fit the times. By this point, most visitors are satisfied with my answers, al- though some insist that--for con- sistency--we turn the building into a genuine gambling casino in order to conform to the modern- day definition. My usual response is, 'Tll bet you twenty bucks they'll never al- low gambling in this building." NEXT WEEK: FIBS DE-FIB- ULATED, PART 3 Got a weird story about Cata- lina? Send it to us at manager@ or mail it to Mysterious Island, c/o Catalina Islander, PO Box 428, Avalon, CA 90704. OPEN FOR THE SEASON Descanso Beach Club is open while being transformed further to feature luxun/cabanas, Descanso Fresh, a beach side shoppe serving ice cream, sandwiches, salads and espresso creations, as well as exciting retail stores. DES CANSO z, , Service daily from II:30AM to close THE CATAUNA ISLANDER Friday, April 6. 201219