Post #107578 by Son-of-Kelbo on Tue, Aug 10, 2004 4:18 PM

What a sensational thread...

My name comes from the memory that started it all for me -- a wonderful polynesian-pop restaurant on Pico in West LA called "KELBO'S", where Arhur Lyman ruled the jukebox, the ceiling was a forest of marine life and luminous glass floats, bare-chested sailors chased topless wahinis around on the menus, and best of all, right above the cash register above the main entrance, was a full-suit hard-hat diver prone beside a yawning treasure chest brimming with jewels and doubloons. He had a bowie-knife sunk into his chest, a lurid crimson stain oozing around it, and a giant octopus' tentacle was reaching for him. Whether it was the octopus who stabbed the poor guy or not, I didn't know or care -- it was 20,000 Leagues meets Beneath The 12 Mile Reef, and it sent me to the moon, a long, long time ago. That's what did it to me...

Cheers and Fabloha nui to All!

"Don't let it be forgot,
That once there was a Spot,
Where Blowfish all wore sunglasses,
and Tiki-times were hot..."