First of all, don’t come, just send cash.  And the pump out station still isn’t working.  In fact, the shore-side tank split a seam this week and dumped some “stuff” in the cove. Don’t worry though, it will wash off, well, at least most of it will. The good news is that the smell has kept those pesky transients away this week.  Oh, and watch your fuel tanks.  Wade thinks he may have accidentally filled one of the gas tanks with water. He was drunk at the time and doesn’t remember which one he did it to.  Hey, will whoever “borrowed” the pickup truck let us know where they left it? Lefty had to walk into town last night and he ain’t happy. By the way, the license is expired so stay off the main road.  Last week, some high-class yacht club called about havin’ a “ron day voo” or something here. They seemed upset when we said we didn’t have a cocktail lounge. Guess the bait shack with the beer cooler didn’t count... Anyhow, it doesn’t look like they’ll be bothering us after all.  To answer all yer questions, yes, you can fish off the fuel dock but I don’t think I’d be eating anything caught there.  OH! And someone stole the last roll of TP outta the head so from now on BRING YER OWN!  Also, we’ve had some complaints about Willy, what with the open stack on his fishin’ boat starting up at 4:30 in the morning.  Look, Willy’s got to make a living and can’t afford a new exhaust system so suck it up and live with it. Besides, Willy is a little sleepy at that hour and you should be up to fend off.  Any resemblance any of you see between your missing dock lines and the new lines on our work boat is purely accidental.  There will be no customer appreciation party this year; somebody already drank all the beer.  The Travel-Lift will be back in operation as soon as the OSHA inspector leaves and we can pull it back outta the woods.  Sally the secretary’s baby is doing fine. She is still looking for the father, though.  Other than all that, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.