Live from an Oil Soaked Wasteland
I hate to diverge from the retro oriented topics; however, I can't help but mention our experience on the utterly destroyed beaches on the Gulf. The Gilligan family is vacationing in my favorite part of the country, The French Quarter. We decided to stop by the beach en route and were highly disturbed by what we saw.
The pristine white beaches are brown with turd shaped globs and big waves of peanut butter-like crap. That's my daughter, Naomi, in the picture above. She was highly disturbed by what she saw. It's one thing to see it on television, quite another to stand amid the destruction.
Our first indication that things weren't going to be pretty was the tar cleaning station on the path to the beach.