Floating in the warm, salty waters off Curaçao, watching the pelicans dive bomb for their lunch.  Was the B52 modeled on their moves?  Feet spread far apart, riding the thermals, they’re able to spot their pray from dozens of feet above the water.  They dive head first, wings spread far apart, and slam into the water, gobbling up colorful fish. Head back, the poor snagged fish slides down his enormous gullet. Makes me jones for fresh fish.  Most of the food stuffs on the island are shipped in from nearby Venezuela or from Holland, the island’s protectorate.  Land on Curaçao is so costly that it’s less expensive to ship it in rather than grow it.  Silly, huh?