11/07/2015
Barbara the Manatee ("Please, sweetie - you can call me Babs.") is no spring chicken. She and her husband, Murray, moved out from Jersey about a year ago when Murray's health started failing. ("I love that man. He's a complete mashugana, but I don't know what I'd do without him!") They're now enjoying their retirement in King's Bay, Florida. ("We looked at Boca, and it's highway robbery what they want for a house there!") She's probably in her sixties ("A lady NEVER tells!") but looks great. She says that the secret to staying youthful is to remain active and eat right. ("Tuesdays I do water aerobics at the Y with Gladys and Maureen, then it's off to find a restaurant with a hundred pounds of turtle grass and an early bird special!") Babs loves cruise ships, but hates their propellers. And even though people call her a sea cow, she wants you to know that there was a time when sailors mistook her for a mermaid. ("I looked like a young Lauren Bacall.") Murray says that if you're out to sea long enough, pretty much everything starts to look like a mermaid.
