"So one of our owners Judi was walking on the beach this morning cleaning up the junk that washed into shore and finds a bottle with a message in it. There is also some sand and 2 one dollar bills. Once we get it open and read the notes we find out that it is in fact NOT sand. It is the ashes of this woman’s husband of 27 years named Gordon. She writes that He loved to travel so she sent him traveling in a bottle with a note and money for someone to call home and tell her where he landed. He started at Big Pine Key in March of 2012 and then went to Islamerada where someone found him. They added a note and sent him traveling again and he landed on our beach in Key Colony. Judi called the wife in Tennessee who was excited to know of Gordon’s travels! Judi added her note, we put him in a rum bottle (you know added a little fun to his trip) with the three notes. We added another dollar in case Gordon travels far and a long distance call is needed. We will be having a memorial service or celebration of his life on our beach later today before sending him on his way again. Only our sister Judi could find a dead guy on our beach!”
50 years ago today one of the darkest days in American history unfolded.
We’ll never forget November, 22 1963.
The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy’s murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out. —Lance Morrow
JESUS H! DECEMBER 21!
|—||Tim Carvell, head writer for The Daily Show (Rolling Stone Sept. 2013)|
Canada’s rainbow money
it looks like monopoly money
welp, that’s another reason for me to move to Canada
The $100 bills really do smell like maple syrup, too
The queen isn’t all royal like on Brit money and instead looks all “Yeah that’s right. I’m still here” and I’m bemused about this.