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your Buffett?
Try these
puzzles and
see if you do:
Puzzle 1
Puzzle 2

Please remember that our next Club social is at The Peddler Steak House in Spartanburg at 7 p.m. on Saturday, February 16.  Entertainment will be provided by one of your favorites, The Coconut Groove Band.

Welcome! Thanks for dropping anchor in our harbor!

"Where is the Upstate Parrot Head Club?" you might ask. It's just leeward of Margaritaville! "Where is Margaritaville?" It's in the tropics somewhere between the Port of Indecision and Southwest of Disorder, but no parallels of latitude or longitude mark the spot exactly. You don't have to be a navigator to get here. Palm trees provide the camouflage. Ocean breezes bring the seaplanes and sailboats, tourists and travelers. Passports are not required. Island music rules. No waiting lines for anything. There is a beach and a thatched roof bar perched on the edge of the turquoise sea where you can always find a bar stool. There are lots of lies and loads of stories. It's a comical concoction that blends together like tequila, salt and limes.
"Where exactly is Margaritaville?" you ask. It's in your mind..............

Webster's Dictionary

Parrothead - (par-it-hed) n.     Unique creature found in colonies worldwide. Not particularly dangerous, they do occasionally engage in "Feeding Frenzies" that can be somewhat disconcerting to other, less social creatures. While they frequently wear very colorful and unorthodox clothing, Parrotheads have the innate ability to blend in with their environment when required and are sometimes hard to detect. The trained spotter should look for subtle clues like a coconut bra, a license plate that reads PARIT-HD, or an email address like PARROTHEAD@MARGARITAVILLE.ORG

Florida Times-Union

"They live and work among us. Sure they look normal and they appear to lead normal lives. They have regular jobs, like teachers and accountants, and drive SUV's and they wear professional clothes to work. But watch their ears perk up at the sound of a blender, or make the sign of a shark fin when greeting each other, and watch their weekday pinstripe suits be replaced by the bright plumage of their weekend Hawaiian shirts. These people aren't normal - they're Parrotheads. ...and they don't have to wait for the carnival - that the Buffett concerts are - to come to town. They have their Parrothead Clubs."
© Bruce Lipsky, The Florida Times-Union


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