Gone but not forgotten
They say all good things must come to an end, but I don't think whoever said that had Adam's lip carpet in mind. To see the glory in person was to behold something truly magnificent. For just a short week, Adam had all of St. Thomas (and who knows, maybe the world) in the palm of his hand. No worries from police men, who were afraid to bother him for fear he may be one of their own; no waiting in line, people know that a man with a moostache is a man who knows what he wants and isn't going to wait for it; and enough ladies to sell out the Lillith Fair, all hoping for one of Adam's famous moostache rides. All of St. Thomas was going through their day, desperately hoping to catch but a glimpse of his illustrious sub nasal tapestry. There are very few things in this world with the power to bring tearful women to their knees, and grown men to bow in submission... but this was one of them.
And now... as quickly as it all started, this magical journey has come to miserable triple bladed ending. A wave of sorrow has washed over this tiny rock in the middle of the caribbean. The sun doesn't shine as brightly here, and the tropical birds sing no more. Stores are being boarded up and people are staying inside, for what do they have to look forward to. The beautiful colors are fading, and the steel pans will play no more...
*This post is dedicated in loving memory to Adam's Moostache...gone but not forgotten.RIP.
Moostache
07/04/04 - 07/11/04
