I don't know where I'm gonna go

It's official, Pensacola Beach is closed for swimming and wading. An actual tear came to my eye as I write; is this end or the beginning? For such a long time- 64 days to be exact- I have been in a somewhat state of denial. Hoping the oil would just disappear, but knowing all along it was coming. The black tide taking away the precious shore of sugar.
I read comments of good tidings, well wishes and volunteers offering their time, but what can really be done? BP, bless their heart, is doing a good job of employing the unemployable for hazardous cleanup; rather promptly I might add. So far I have not seen the oiled birds or dead fish, so no need for friends of the wildlife to come clean with dawn and paper towels. The only thing we need is for people to come and visit....see for yourself.
Maybe I should start a tour guide around the bay "to your left you will see yellow boom and on the right, that's orange boom, we pronounce that ur-ange". See the oiled bird? don't touch it! you may only take pictures. And btw that bird is really a prop for ABC,CBS and NBC. see that boat, their not cleaning it is a photo op for a wanna be politician. Thanks for touring our environmental waste land and we hope you don't currently suffer from heart disease, chronic lung infections, pulmonary disorders or any other breathing issues, cause you gonna die, sorry no refund!"
So the last paragraph was just an attempt to humor myself.

Here's a little ray of contaminated sunshine; we are among the lucky few to score tickets to the FREE Jimmy Buffett and friends concert.....so I guess I know where I'm gonna go when the oil hits the shore.