Miss Vero will admit that we are more than a little late to the party on this item, but after siftin through some stuff we are madder than a wet hen to read about these people:
That damn bar has been there forever and who in the H.E. double hockey sticks do these people think they are? Bojo's is akin to the statue of liberty in Micco...
"Give me your tired, your poor,Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Sure it was like an Old Man bar, but it had character. Pete Harris was set to breath some life into it before the double hurricanes hit in 2004 and then, like everybody else at that time, it was slow going. Pete had even told Miss Vero that Florida serial killer, Aileen Wournos had lived for a couple months in the apartment downstairs. We can't find anything online to document that claim, but we sure do believe Pete.
Pete Harris was an old drinkin buddy of Miss Vero's and we enjoyed many cocktails (although Pete was a beer drinker) and Florida stories together. He passed away all too soon and his fabulous web site seems to have gone down, but y'all can still get his CD's offa CD Baby.
Pete has the best cover of the song "Mainline Florida", which y'all might remember from Eric Clapton's 461 Ocean Boulevard album. Pete was a collaborator and friend of George Terry, who wrote "Mainline Florida" as well as introducing Clapton to Bob Marley's work, resulting in the recording of "I shot the Sheriff". Mr. Clapton explains that story exactly in his autobiography
So there's a little Florida music history for y'all.
A few years back when Miss Vero was thoroughly taken in by a Tim Dorsey novel and tellin Pete about it, he surprised Miss Vero by suggestin we take a ride one day. We ended up at one of Surge Storms' favorite haunts - the Coca Beach Pier tiki bar and drank the afternoon away!
So here's a belated toast to Pete and all the good times he gave to so many.
Peace and Love Pete.