Night in Mogpog is deathly quiet.
There aren’t discos, bars, movie theaters, bowling alleys, shopping malls,casinos, resorts,diversions.
Tonight, our diversion is shooting pool at Bernie and Elizabeth’s.
The tables are in good shape but some of the pool sticks have more bends than politicians at a town hall meeting.
You have to remember to chalk before you shoot and if you miss a shot you shake your head and wait your next turn. There are four of us playing eight ball and several games are won because of a scratched eight ball.
On this night, Sonny Boy’s team wins and we call for a rematch.
If you get hungry you go through a door into the restaurant where you can eat lumpia, Indian curry, rice and vegetables, seafood or pork dishes,all washed down with a cold Red Lion beer.
This night we all walk home in the dark and the main obstacle is getting across a street intersection jack hammered out for road work.
On this night, we are pool balls on an uneven concrete table with zero visibility and one big pocket to fall into.
On Marinduque, you take pleasures as they arrive, and the pleasures are not complicated.