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Well, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.  It’s been a hot summer and the fall has been warm, too. We can tell it’s fall ‘cause the leaves are starting to turn colors. At least we think it due to the season, unless the fertilizer plant had another toxic gas release.

Somebody must a spilled the bens about Purgatory Cove to the outside world. Last Tuesday this cavalcade of fancy cars and vans comes driving down the gravel drive to the cove. They just about filled up the field we use as a parking lot. Parked Willy’s pickup in too. Made him mad when he got back fom crabin' and had to make them move their van so he could unload his crabs.      

Turns out it was some sort of photo takin’ deal. They asked us if they could take their pictures here at the cove. Said something about “local color”. Personally, I didn’t think the leaves had changed that much yet. Lefty and Wade took one look at the gals they were going to take pictures of and hustled Sam off before he could say no.       

Them gals proceeded to use one of the old boat sheds as a changin room. They came out wearing these skimpy little bathin' suits. Ho-wee, they weren’t enough cloth there to wipe the grease off a valve cover. There was a whole crew of guys following along, too. They had little brushes they keep flicking on these gals faces and combing their hair like the wind had mussed it or something. Some guys had cameras they keep aiming at the gals and clicking away. Other guys held up these shiny things. Wade said it was to shine some light on the gals, but Lefty thought they were blockin’ his view on purpose.      

The boss guy kept telling everyone else what to do. He had these gals stretching and moving around while the camera guys clicked away. This all went fine until the boss guy has the gals sit down on the dock. They were wiggling around for the camera guys for couple of minutes before things started to head south. First one then another gal jumps ups up with a squeal. Wade and Lefty were lookin close but couldn’t tell if there were splinters from the dock under the grease spots or not. They got to yelling and stomped off to their van. The boss man had no luck in getting them back out. Soon the whole kit and caboodle left us. Don’t think the boss man was very happy.      

Other than that, it’s been a slow week here in Purgatory Cove.