“It’s so beautiful Zoidboro. Just like you said. The trees would grow, the water would go. I’m ready to name my baby.”
“Jackson, then?” guessed Zoidboro, steeling himself for disappointment.
“No, a compromise. If our son is very special — say, can do 6 butterflies in a row…”
“What’s a butterfly?” queried his cephalopodic partner while watching yet another shooting star cross the sky.
“That’s right. You never went to dance school like me — sorry. It’s a cartwheel where your hands never touch the ground. Anyway if he can do 6 of those as opposed to, say, 4 or even 5, we will call him Jackson. Otherwise: Daniel. Danny will be a good boy, I’m sure, but not special. Jackson is reserved for Special.”
“Like Jack’s son.”
“Yes. I wish 100 times over that he is special, but we must love him equally either way.”
“Agreed,” Zoidboro quickly returned.
Patrick turned away from the sky and toward his partner, his ally. “And now, it’s time, to go, inside.”
“I have found them! In the heart of the Pineapple Island. My intuitions are correct!”
“And across the street: another tiny car! This must be the controller.”
“I’ll go inside.”
“Ahh. Should have guessed. Tessa.”
“Who are you??”
Lānaʻi (/ləˈnaɪ, lɑːˈnɑːi/; Hawaiian: [laːˈnɐʔi, naː-]) is the sixth-largest of the Hawaiian Islands and the smallest publicly accessible inhabited island in the chain. It is colloquially known as Pineapple Island because of its past as an island-wide pineapple plantation….
In 1921, Charles Gay planted the first pineapple on Lānaʻi. The population had again decreased to 150, most of whom were the descendants of the traditional families of the island. A year later, James Dole, the president of Hawaiian Pineapple Company (later renamed Dole Food Company), bought the island and developed a large portion of it into the world’s largest pineapple plantation….
In 1985, Lānaʻi passed into the control of David H. Murdock, as a result of his purchase of Castle & Cooke, then owner of Dole….
In June 2012, Larry Ellison, then CEO of Oracle Corporation, purchased Castle & Cooke’s 98 percent share of the island for $300 million. The state owns the remaining 2 percent.
“I have gone too far down
Murdock Cherry. Collagewold influence lessening. The green A Team from Pineapple has murdered — even lasered down with their red beam — the blue Bees. Shivering commences again. Porch sitting Homer and Lady La La talk about knife fights and poisoning. The saucy eyed saucer spits out aberrant things.”
“I must return back to The Islands.”
On the *other* side (north terminus) of Cherry Avenue we have this man with his hand in the middle of a sewer top. Is he a guardian of the underworld, perhaps the one directly beneath the gray surface of Cherry Street and its numerous islands?
He must know about the 2 sets of twins from the other side of his 3/4th mile long avenue. He must somehow be in control of the islands. Many Islands.
“What are the names of the fairies off Cherry Avenue, infesting that creek or brook?”
Cool. Er, ha.
What an odd thing for that woman to do. Reminded me of my sister.
Pineapple. Island. Yes.
Lānaʻi (/ləˈnaɪ/; Hawaiian: [laːˈnɐʔi] or [naːˈnɐʔi]) is the sixth-largest of the Hawaiian Islands and the smallest publicly accessible inhabited island in the chain. It is also known as Pineapple Island because of its past as an island-wide pineapple plantation.
In 1922, James Dole, the president of Hawaiian Pineapple Company (later renamed Dole Food Company), bought the island and developed a large portion of it into the world’s largest pineapple plantation.
Pineapple, Alabama has already been mentioned in this blog. The tiny town has a Banana and Cherry Street. Does it give further clues? Most likely. Perhaps the whole Cherry-Lime area of Ashville is actually called Pineapple. Or was (or will be).
And in reading the above link concerning Pineapple, see that I’ve already mentioned Cherry and Banana Street in this, and even provided a picture.
I’m still uncertain about the relationship between Apricot Bone and Sgt. Pepper. Is Apricot Bone a pretend band as well? I think you said before that it’s a Kinks variant band, like they also could have created in 1967. Instead they created the Village Green Preservation Society. “We are the Village Green Preservation Society”.
Apricot Bone is something else. Related to Pine Apple, Alabama and its Banana and Cherry Streets but more. Apricot is King Tull… 333. A tropic fruit.
The Goat Whisperer
Greetings from Pine Apple, Alabama
The Goat Whisperer 4y
And this is across the street.
I’m not sure I understand completely unless there’s a Rum Avenue nearby.