BLUE BOWL

I was more concerned with the sagging verandah floor. While working for IOJ, I had some dealings with a forest station in Green Hills. all wood, that had been neglected and left to deteriorate in the moisture. The porch was buckling and sticking up. Solution? A pole was found and wedged between the porch ceiling and the raised floor boards, pushing them back down to level. Although I've restored hundreds of paintings, and have an idea what architectural restoration could look like, I don't see a way to properly restore all the buildings that miraculously date from the 19th century. (It's not as though we haven't lost the great majority of them and can sit calmly while everything but the el primo ones get replaced by concrete--and its by no means a matter of sanguinity to see Long Mountain vanish into dust to make the latter). Thus my third world approach to keeping buildings functioning--no concern for surface asthetics, just concern to keep the things from being razed. I'm searching for a term to describe my philosophy: hit and run conservation maybe. People go out every Sunday morning and screw on hurricane straps, straighten something, tie down something else, then declare victory and have a group lunch. And do that all over the island--like a flying dervish team. But you won't hear a squeak of protest from me if Blue Bowl takes an undue amount of energy and cash to restore it optimally. it is on main street, has maintained its original features, and, doubtless, is the only thing of its kind left in SAB. Restoration gold. Tourism gold as well.