Panama Dreaming...

The country of Panama is located just 9 degrees above the Equator. It is a lost paradise of enchantment. Panama is also a place for dreams and fabulous memories. You can be part of it all...
Come to Panama... it is more than a canal.

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Escape to Panama... a lost tropical paradise at 9 degrees above the equator… Panama at the cross roads of world commerce in the heart of the universe… Panama is more than just a canal… Stay at the famous Tivoli Hotel in your dreams... Panama what a place to get away from it all... Just do it... you will be glad you did!!!

Do you remember the old Tivoli Hotel in Ancon?

I remember when...

The circular drive in front of the Tivoli Hotel - Circa 1969

I use to love the verandah at the Tivoli Hotel. There you would meet some real characters. Those old Canal Diggers would tell some wonderful stories.

A person could sit on the shaker rockers on the verandah and just watch Panama walk by... it was fuel for the soul.

Then across away at the Taxi Cab Stand would be a collection of antique cars from the 20's and 30's. I mean these cars were huge and with big engines from V-8's to V-12's.

The owner and drivers were usually dressed in dark trousers with long sleeve shirts that were one size fits all so colorful garters were used to make the sleeves hang right. They wore a belt with a solid gold belt buckle with their initials. When they smiled they flashed a Fort Knox's mouth full of gold. Their faces showed the creases, wrinkles, and crow’s feet of character of a person who had really lived. They would look at the world around them from under thick eyebrows and gray-blue eyes that twinkled with mischief of another time. They all wore bowties with a gold pocket watch to keep track of time. On their feet they usually wore two-tone black and white hand made shoes that were available for $12.00 down Salsipuedes from the Shoemakers who had their shops in that part of the City of Panama. Now the piece of resistance was the boater they all wore. Now when they sat in their cars waiting for a fare, they would hike up their pants legs to avoid losing that knife-edge crease they always sported. If they smoked they would smoke some thin cigarillos like the Act Two that the Balboa Commissary sold in their Tobacco Shop.

Most of the gents were Jamaicans of the old Canal days who had become enterprising individuals. If you ever rode in the back of one these cars you would be traveling around the Canal Zone like the Governor hisself, a visiting VIP or a millionaire like maybe J.P. Morgan.

Yes, those were the days when life was easy, moved at the speed of the Chagres River and living in the old Canal Zone was a blessing from God.

Panama dreaming...
You find yourself in the lobby of the Tivoli Guesthouse...
How is that for dreaming?

Panama dreaming with your eyes wide open all the time Thinking back to those days of long ago Life was very simple then.....no real hassles you know Work the whole week through like a little slave Then TGIF and ...Oh, it’s par-tee time it is play time

Panama dreaming as the ships lock through the canal waterway What to do? Let’s go to the BYC or maybe the snake pit in Curundu Free at last......work all left behind....we’re having a party tonight Days and nights of having fun....cruising Balboa Avenue to One AM The causeway where the action is tonight...skinny dipping one and all

Panama dreaming of BHS and CHS....can’t go back now Class Reunions every year.....in between you hang out here CZ Brats is where it is at.....can’t say you don’t have anything to do To fast for you the message board scene...then check the guest book People looking for you there......haven’t been there...well go on We’ll be here when you get back...from the next side to the west side

Panama dreaming every day...so this is life with no regrets Lived it fully in a far away place.......called it the old Canal Zone Saw its beauty every day wonder why the ‘agua fiestas’ come here to beg Bad mouths all of them....but hey, everybody wants their say Panama dreaming keeps the spark alive....for perpetuity it was said What did that all mean?....not a politician you can see

Tell it like it is every time......not running for office or anything They are all lost who never see a paradise that beckons from a far Here the siren call to you see.....they are ill who never see There is no land but just the sea .....what you say? I say there is no land.....I don’t think that is true my friend For you must lose sight of land to find the promise land When all you see is sea.....it is like dreams that lead to deja vu

What is deja vu? It is when you have been there......like Panama Holds a promise if you see...Don’t be scared....take the plunge This is not the twilight Zone....could be the Tivoli Guesthouse But hey that is my dream.....get your own....yea, are you there yet?

Ho-Chi Mamma!

Sugary sand between your toes… A gentle lullaby of water kissing the enchanting shore… The spectacular sunsets at the crossroads of the world The heat of the day evaporates with the offshore breezes These are just a few of the tropical delights that await the visitor to Panama

It is your dream, it is your memories and everybody knows your name Panama dreaming with your eyes wide open all the time or are you just dreaming?

Ancon is My Beat

The following incident happen many years ago, when the CZ Police was in charge of protecting and ensuring the safety of all who lived in the old Canal Zone. Some say it never happen. But this is what Patrolman Harvey Thompson wrote in the report he filed that night. I just gleamed it off the Police Blotter the following morning.

It was about 8:30 PM and I had the Ancon District beat which covered most of Ancon to 4th of July Police Box up the hill to the Governor’s Mansion and back down past Gorgas Hospital. Two officers would work together on this tour of duty, which was referred to as the Ancon beat. Each officer took 15-minute break every two-hour at the box. Which was more like a little guard shack with phones, hot coffee, water fountain and a small head. We were always in radio communications with the 4th of July Police Shack, Tivoli Box, Balboa Central and a roving black & white. We also had K-9 Patrols. Drugs were starting to become a problem. The dogs could sniff them out in quick time. But that is not the story tonight. This is how it was written... I had just left Patrolman Pete Moreno who had completed a swing down past Sacred Heart Catholic Church. Pete, said, "All is quiet tonight. The laundry is running an extra shift to get ready for the big outdoor celebration 4th of July Picnic scheduled for next week.

Hey, Harvey, hope you left me some of that great Cafe Duran. I may need it tonight. You know the old lady has been giving me hell." And I replied, "How is that?" Pete answered, "Well, she is due any day now. And the Doc Burnside at Gorgas says it looks like twins! Oh, boy...good thing I’m living in the Canal Zone, I could never afford the kids up in New York." I followed with, "How many will it be with these new additions." "Well with Marie it will be about 16 total. Of course with Julie my other squeeze it will be 20 kids in all." I then said as I head out the door," Pete, I just doesn’t know about you. I see you also got a little Taxi service on weekends to Tocumen to pick up all those stateside tourist...well, see-ya on the flip-side alligator."

I had done 4 years in the Army right out of Balboa High School. I had been in the Military Police and stationed in Germany with the Third Armor Division there. I had written my brother who was a cop on the CZ Police Force and he said for me to come back to the Zone after my hitch was up in the Army. I was ready. I had missed the Tropical balmy nights, the Diablo Clubhouse, and the gang at the Balboa Yacht Club. Besides the Canal Zone was like a paradise and it was my home. I didn’t know how much I would miss it until I was away with Uncle Sam.

As I proceeded up the hill pass Gorgas Hospital; my radio crackled with hospital security officer requires assistance with a disturbance in ER. I quickly punched the mike and said: 10-4, officer on the way. When I arrived on the scene a nurse was trying to direct a rather large woman (5 ft - 4 inches) and 275 lb.) With wild orange hair wearing a colorful Moo-Moo shift type dress and flip-flaps and dark blue sunglasses out of a restricted area. But the lady would have none of that. As I approached, I said, "My name is Harvey...I think I can help you." I moved toward her several times but she kept sidestepping me. I did not want to dance with her all night or plays like a bull and matador so I called for back up. As this was happening she emptied the contents of her purse on the floor. She also threw the contents of a Panama Canal Commissary Shopping Bag on the floor and went screaming out into the parking lot. By this time the back up from the Tivoli Guest House and a squad car that happen to be in the area drove up. We proceed to circle the lady and tried for containment and reason. Three burly Orderlies from the ER Ward also arrived on the scene. We started to move in and the close the circle. The lady at this point got a strange look and collapsed on the pavement. But unknown to us she was just playing possum. As one of the Gorgas Hospital ER Orderlies grabbed her she came alive like a hellcat. Her further screams brought some additional back up in a form of EMS personnel who had just driven up. One, old Shorty took quick action and injected her with a dose of tranquilizer. She continued struggling as three orderlies sat on her. But Shorty Miguel noted for the quickest draw this side of the other side, hit her again with another injection. She now started to calm down. The ER Staff considered calling Corozal Mental Clinic, but since she was out cold.... this could wait.

Three hours later wondering what had happen to the large lady in the ER, I dropped by to see. Well, she was up and laughing as she continued entertaining the nurses and staff with one joke after another. As I walked in, she asked, "If I was Harvey the nice policeman?" I answered, "Yes, Ma’am." And asked, "Are you Okay?" She then said, "I don’t know what came over me?" She then lifted up those puppy brown eyes and said, "I’m really sorry...I get a little cranky when I don’t get enough sleep. Gee, I hope I didn’t hurt anybody."

I left her there thinking that interesting things can happen when you have the Ancon Beat. The moral of this story is that sleep is important. And it is not only for kids. Grownups need sleep too! And folks this is not only for professionals. You can do this at home. If you can’t get 40 winks, then try a few power naps during an 8-hour day.

Well that is all off the Police Blotter tonight.

Until next time when the Police Blotter will reveal another interesting incident of life in the old Canal Zone.

A Ship locking through at night at Miraflores Locks.

Escape to Panama... a lost tropical paradise. There is so much to see! One thing about living in Panama... You are at the crossroads of world commerce and in the heart of the universe. Panama like the IPAT is always saying is more than a canal. From the early Canal Digger to the engineers that constructed the number one engineering feat in all the world Panama has always been the place. And for all who are looking for adventure or to add a bit more spice in their lives... then escape to Panama. Stay at the famous Tivoli Hotel in your dreams... Panama what a place to get away from it all... Just do it... you will be glad you did!!!

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Dale mas fuerte and escape to Panama... a lost tropical paradise at 9 degrees above the equator… Panama at the cross roads of world commerce in the heart of the universe… Panama more than just a canal… What a place to get away from it all... Just do it... you will be glad you did!!!

Parada...Yo dije parada! Dale mas fuerte!Yes this will be our first stop and one of many if you stay on the Chiva as we explore a lost paradise at the crossroads of world commerce in the heart of the universe. This enchanting land where magic is at your fingertips is only a few hours south of Miami. I plan to give you a preview of what it was to have had the good fortunate to have been born in Panama and spend all my early years in the old Canal Zone. Yes, Welcome to my corner of the world. We also plan to visit Cocoli… the best little town site on the banks of the Panama Canal. Enjoy your visit. You are welcome to join us we go to the beach or just go on safari. If there are any questions or comments feel free to E-Mail Me… I will try to answer them manana. God bless you and yours… And you all come back… you hear? Hasta la vista and Buena Suerte! May the Force be with you…