We depart on our five hour journey later on today. I have a reservation at the Navy Lodge and we should be there around 2100. Packing will be light, it's not like we going on an expedition. But we will pack some Gevalia coffee along with those long life Moo-Milks. Because one never knows if the hotel has anything that might pass for coffee in the room. Bet on not having drinkable morning breakfast beverages. And I don't care for that powdered ersatz creamer, made entirely from petroleum.
Have you ever noticed that "coffee" in a motel room usually has a flavor resembling slightly stale paper? Maybe it's just me, but disappointment in the morning at a rooming facility is as common as sunshine in a desert. In fact, I just may bring a coffee maker with us to ensure drinkable bevvies are ready at that most critical time; The Morning After.
Ok, so packing is underway, the Meezers have a warm towel and I better get moving.
By the way; For those interested in in burgling our house: Don't bother. Our home shall be occupied by a 2X Large slacker who is well versed in firearms. He shall be the Staff-Who-Brings Cat food, and empty-er of kitty litter.
More later.
Ok, back again. Malli is on my shoulder, connected to me via very sharp claws. She is purring a staccato fugue in my right ear. Love...
I have returned from the beverage barn with a fresh keg o' Sierra Nevada and a case of White Burgundy wines. Beer has been installed and is operational.
Last minute packing is all that is left and we are go for a1630 launch. A nice benefit this evening is gaining back an hour; Pensacola is on Central time.
See you later...
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
I just got this great story via email from my buddy Butch.
This is an Army Aviation story, but the sentiment applies through out Military Aviation. When I was a Helicopter Aircrewman, I understood the reasoning for precision very well, and I was only in one minor mishap towards the end of my career, we struck the tail hard on deck while in an autorotation. The flight was over but we all walked away.
There is no substitute for the Standardized Procedures, your way is never the better way.
Great Story!
There is no substitute for the Standardized Procedures, your way is never the better way.
Zero/Zero by Charles Svoboda
It happened sometime in 1965, in Germany. I was a copilot, so I knew everything there was to know about flying, and I was frustrated by pilots like my aircraft commander. He was one of those by-the-numbers types, no class, no imagination, no “feel” for flying.
You have to be able to feel an airplane. So what if your altitude is a little off, or if the glideslope indicator is off a hair? If it feels okay then it is okay. That’s what I believed. Every time he let me make an approach, even in VFR conditions, he demanded perfection. Not the slightest deviation was permitted. “If you can’t do it when there is no pressure, you surely can’t do it when the pucker factor increases,” he would say. When he shot an approach, it was as if all the instruments were frozen – perfection, but no class.
Then came that routine flight from the Azores to Germany. The weather was okay; we had 45,000 pounds of fuel and enough cargo to bring the weight of our C-124 Globemaster up to 180,000 pounds, 5,000 pounds below the max allowable. It would be an easy, routine flight all the way. Halfway to the European mainland, the weather started getting bad. I kept getting updates by high frequency radio. Our destination, a fighter base, went zero/zero. Our two alternates followed shortly thereafter. All of France was down. We held for two hours, and the weather got worse. Somewhere I heard a fighter pilot declare an emergency because of minimum fuel. He shot two approaches and saw nothing. On the third try, he flamed out and had to eject.
We made a precision radar approach; there was nothing but fuzzy fog at minimums. The sun was setting. Now I started to sweat a little. I turned on the instrument lights. When I looked out to where the wings should be, I couldn’t even see the navigation lights 85 feet from my eyes. I could barely make out a dull glow from the exhaust stacks of the closest engine, and then only on climb power. When we reduced power to maximum endurance, that friendly glow faded. The pilot asked the engineer where we stood on fuel. The reply was, “I don’t know--- we’re so low that the book says the gauges are unreliable below this point. The navigator became a little frantic. We didn’t carry parachutes on regular MAC flights, so we couldn’t follow the fighter pilot’s example. We would land or crash with the airplane.
The pilot then asked me which of the two nearby fighter bases had the widest runway. I looked it up and we declared an emergency as we headed for that field. The pilot then began his briefing.
“This will be for real. No missed approach. We’ll make an ILS and get precision radar to keep us honest. Copilot, we’ll use half flaps. That’ll put the approach speed a little higher, but the pitch angle will be almost level, requiring less attitude change in the flare.”
Why hadn’t I thought of that? Where was my “feel” and “class” now?
The briefing continued, “I’ll lock on the gauges. You get ready to take over and complete the landing if you see the runway – that way there will be less room for trouble with me trying to transition from instruments to visual with only a second or two before touchdown.” Hey, he’s even going to take advantage of his copilot, I thought. He’s not so stupid, after all.
“Until we get the runway, you call off every 100 feet above touchdown; until we get down to 100 feet, use the pressure altimeter. Then switch to the radar altimeter for the last 100 feet, and call off every 25 feet. Keep me honest on the airspeed, also. Engineer, when we touch down, I’ll cut the mixtures with the master control lever, and you cut all of the mags. Are there any questions? Let’s go!” All of a sudden, this unfeeling, by the numbers robot was making a lot of sense. Maybe he really was a pilot and maybe I had something more to learn about flying.
We made a short procedure turn to save gas. Radar helped us to get to the outer marker. Half a mile away, we performed the Before Landing Checklist; gear down, flaps 20 degrees. The course deviation indicator was locked in the middle, with the glideslope indicator beginning its trip down from the top of the case. When the GSI centered, the pilot called for a small power reduction, lowered the nose slightly, and all of the instruments, except the altimeter, froze. My Lord, that man had a feel for that airplane! He thought something, and the airplane, all 135,000 pounds of it, did what he thought.
“Five hundred feet,” I called out, “400 feet……..300 feet…….200 feet, MATS minimums…….100 feet, Air Force minimums; I’m switching to the radar altimeter ……..75 feet nothing in sight……50 feet, still nothing….25 feet, airspeed 100 knots,”
The nose of the aircraft rotated just a couple of degrees, and the airspeed started down. The pilot then casually said, “Hang on, we’re landing.”
“Airspeed 90 knots….10 feet, here we go!”
The pilot reached up and cut the mixtures with the master control lever, without taking his eyes off the instruments. He told the engineer to cut all the mags to reduce the chance of fire. CONTACT! I could barely feel it. As smooth a landing as I have ever known, and I couldn’t even tell if we were on the runway, because we could only see the occasional blur of a light streaking by.
“Copilot, verify hydraulic boost is on, I’ll need it for brakes and steering.” I complied.
“Hydraulic boost pump is on, pressure is up.” The brakes came on slowly---we didn’t want to skid this big beast now. I looked over at the pilot. He was still on the instruments, steering to keep the course deviation indicator in the center, and that is exactly where it stayed.
“Airspeed, 50 knots.” We might make it yet.
“Airspeed, 25 knots.” We’ll make it if we don’t run off a cliff. Then I heard a strange sound. I could hear the whir of the gyros, the buzz of the inverters, and a low frequency thumping. Nothing else. The thumping was my pulse, and I couldn’t hear anyone breathing. We had made it! We were standing still!
The aircraft commander was still all pilot. “After-landing checklist, get all those motors, radar and un-necessary radios off while we still have batteries. Copilot, tell them that we have arrived, to send a follow me truck out to the runway because we can’t even see the edges.”
I left the VHF on and thanked GCA for the approach. The guys in the tower didn’t believe we were there. They had walked outside and couldn’t hear or see anything. We assured them that we were there, somewhere on the localizer centerline, with about half a mile showing on the DME.
We waited about 20 minutes for the truck. Not being in our customary hurry, just getting our breath back and letting our pulses diminish to a reasonable rate. Then I felt it. The cockpit shuddered as if the nose gear had run over a bump. I told the loadmaster to go out the crew entrance to see what happened. He dropped the door (which is immediately in front of the nose gear) , and it hit something with a loud , metallic bang. He came on the interphone and said “Sir, you’ll never believe this. The follow-me truck couldn’t see us and ran smack into our nose tire with his bumper, but he bounced off, and nothing is hurt.”
The pilot then told the tower that we were parking the bird right where it was and that we would come in via the truck. It took a few minutes to get our clothing and to button up the airplane. I climbed out and saw the nose tires straddling the runway centerline. A few feet away was the truck with its embarrassed driver.
Total damage---one dent in the hood of the follow me truck where the hatch had opened onto it.
Then I remembered the story from Fate Is the Hunter. When Gann was an airline copilot making a simple night range approach, his captain kept lighting matches in front of his eyes. It scarred and infuriated Gann. When they landed, the captain said that Gann was ready to upgrade to captain. If he could handle a night-range approach with all of that harassment, then he could handle anything.
At last I understood what true professionalism is. Being a pilot isn’t all seat-of-the-pants flying and glory. It’s self- discipline, practice, study, analysis and preparation. It’s precision. If you can’t keep the gauges where you want them with everything free and easy, how can you keep them there when everything goes wrong?
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Friday, December 2, 2011
End of the week!
Who can say that they don't like Fridays? And I'm not talking about that chain of eateries, either.
There is a large mound of videos on the computer that have not been polished for public viewing. No, there is nothing embarrassing like questionable clothing malfunctions and such. Sometimes I may use colorful language; Like calling somebody a "red assed baboon".
Actually, I have never called any human a rouge-buttocked orangutan, but I do use some blue words here and there. I could just put music to videos, but then you may not like my favorite music. (I'm not sure if the Ramones are appropriate, do you? Click on the link and be surprised... I really dig the blonde chick!) So then the Copyright people get involved and delete your video because they own the rights to the music. Nope.
Here is an interesting essay on the gangsters who control the music industry ostensibly on behalf of the copyright holders, but I suspect it's really about the gangsters' own bottom line.
Here is another great essay by a singer/songwriter named Phillips, and his personal fight with ASCAP/BMI.
ASCAP and BMI can all sit and spin on the cosmic utensil, as far as I'm concerned. Because I don't want any trouble, I will pretty much refrain from loading on music to my poorly edited videos. (Heh-heh; I said refrain, heh, heh).
That's a digression!
Anyway, the latest video edit appears here.
She Who Will Be Obeyed is not in the video because her hair looked funny from the wind and she did not want anyone to see shagginess.
I hope my mish mash of videos are not boring people. This is because when we are home we are not creating new videos, so the only way to retain the feeling of doing is to watch videos of what was done. That, and telling sea stories, which we all know about how troof-full dey be!
I still love a Friday, even though every day is a weekend day for me. But I stay engaged and busy; Yesterday, I did 24 hours of continuing education in Insurance on the web. Today I will do a bit more study for the Captain's License. Tonight we shall bring the Barco Crew to the Yatch (sp int) Club for dining and boozing. We will even bring our house guest (Her Dad) to join us, if he is good.
Tomorrow evening, we will form up two teams at the Elks Lodge for their trivia competition. I plan on destroying the other teams. After all, no one is more trivial than I.
Please enjoy the video sensibly and have a fine rest of the day.
There is a large mound of videos on the computer that have not been polished for public viewing. No, there is nothing embarrassing like questionable clothing malfunctions and such. Sometimes I may use colorful language; Like calling somebody a "red assed baboon".
Actually, I have never called any human a rouge-buttocked orangutan, but I do use some blue words here and there. I could just put music to videos, but then you may not like my favorite music. (I'm not sure if the Ramones are appropriate, do you? Click on the link and be surprised... I really dig the blonde chick!) So then the Copyright people get involved and delete your video because they own the rights to the music. Nope.
Here is an interesting essay on the gangsters who control the music industry ostensibly on behalf of the copyright holders, but I suspect it's really about the gangsters' own bottom line.
Here is another great essay by a singer/songwriter named Phillips, and his personal fight with ASCAP/BMI.
ASCAP and BMI can all sit and spin on the cosmic utensil, as far as I'm concerned. Because I don't want any trouble, I will pretty much refrain from loading on music to my poorly edited videos. (Heh-heh; I said refrain, heh, heh).
That's a digression!
Anyway, the latest video edit appears here.
She Who Will Be Obeyed is not in the video because her hair looked funny from the wind and she did not want anyone to see shagginess.
I hope my mish mash of videos are not boring people. This is because when we are home we are not creating new videos, so the only way to retain the feeling of doing is to watch videos of what was done. That, and telling sea stories, which we all know about how troof-full dey be!
I still love a Friday, even though every day is a weekend day for me. But I stay engaged and busy; Yesterday, I did 24 hours of continuing education in Insurance on the web. Today I will do a bit more study for the Captain's License. Tonight we shall bring the Barco Crew to the Yatch (sp int) Club for dining and boozing. We will even bring our house guest (Her Dad) to join us, if he is good.
Tomorrow evening, we will form up two teams at the Elks Lodge for their trivia competition. I plan on destroying the other teams. After all, no one is more trivial than I.
Please enjoy the video sensibly and have a fine rest of the day.
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Thursday morning and I am still pining for the sea...
Hope I didn't depress everyone with the last post, it was not meant to be maudlin.
The temps are in the low 40's today and I am wishing I was out in the ocean again.
Hmmmph, like that is some mysterious revelation... I am avoiding my chores and looking at some pictures from the various cruises. Click to embiggen...
Yesterday, I passed on some info on a Seidleman 37 sailboat in Lauderdale to a friend. The listing is for 34K but I think it could be acquired for a lot less than the asking price. I suppose I am really wishing to get the boat for myself, take off across the Atlantic and head to Portugal for next Summer.
Alas, can't happen. Or should I say A Lass...? I wouldn't want to go without SWWBO, there is no real fun without the better half who makes long journeys tolerable and even fun. But it is nice to remember the motion of the ocean, the warm rays of the sun on your skin while looking to keep the boat trimmed properly. All the while wondering what new treats will come out of the galley for the next meal.
I've been re-reading an old book, "Blown Away", by Herb Payson. Very inspiring story about a 40ish couple who get rid of everything to sail a wooden boat across the Pacific. I sent an email to Herb asking for an autographed copy of a couple of his books. Hope I hear back soon.
Instant communication has been a neat thing over the past 15 or 16 years, I have emailed famous sailors with boating questions and received personal replies from all of them. Nigel Calder has corresponded with us on issues with our Wind Hunter debacle, and we have communicated with Reese Palley on a couple other occasions. I am forgetting a bunch of other sailing notables, but you get the drift. (Oh, puns...) The sailing community is a friendly one, overall, and very available to those of us that they've inspired. Plus we all buy how-to books, right?
Now, to get other people to pay for my boating aspirations; That's the art and talent I need more of, getting others to help me sail along. (It's all about me, that's for sure!) The biggies never use their own money to sail or travel. Why, they use the strength of the name/reputation to get others to chip in. Especially the sponsors who make marine products, the Brand Names want to be associated with successful sailors like Chay Blythe and Robin Knox-Johnston. The prices for quality marine parts are not cheap because of those sponsorships of America's Cup Sailing, and various regattas like the Atlantic Rally for Cruisers, better known as the ARC and other such sailing events. The coordinators of those events make all the loot and have all the fun, at no real expense to themselves.
Great work if you can get it!!!
I wonder if I could set up a Regular Guy/Gal Rally for those of us on a real budget. Those big events cost the individual participants some real dosh, and I think I might be able to do it cheaper. I think the ARC runs a couple thousand for the boat and a certain minimum per person onboard your boat. This is to cover parties, inspections and other expenses. To be fair, there are some expenses that I am not thinking about like lawyers, insurance for the event and so forth. It's all a good value if you have never crossed an ocean before and would like expert advice and follow up during the journey. Helps to get those jitters down to a minimum, and believe me, I have had some of those jitters.
The Wildebeest/ Barco crew is way too cheap to pay that much money and we feel that we miss out on learning the cruising business the hard way. Thriftiness aside, I think my reluctance is also a real dislike to submit to anybody's authoritay.
Some people over think and over plan the sailing journey and don't realize that there is a real "paralysis by analysis" problem in boating. Which is why Florida is a graveyard for sailing dreams and sailboats. The organized sailing events help people through the fear and unknown of cruising.
Back in '99, The World Cruising Club had a round the world rally in which the club would make all the arrangements for entry in ports around the world and throw parties for the cruisers on arrival. The cost was about $40K. At first, I thought of how that was not such a bad value. All the palms get greased wherever corrupt officials lurk and all you have to do is comply with the where and when your boat should be.
Just too many rules for my liking. Here's an idea; If you want to sail around the world and give me $40K each, I will gladly take two or three of you aboard and you can enjoy the journey without having to worry about the World Cruising Club's requirements for sailing experience or education. I guarantee it!
Let's pile up a crew of our readers and get out on the ocean!
Or not. It's fun to plan and envision possible trips and it doesn't really matter if we do it or not.
Have a nice Thursday!
****UPDATE****
The sailing author I mentioned above, keeps crazy hours like I do. Herb Payson was kind enough to respond to my request for three of his books. It must have been about 0630, his time.
Sailing people arise with the chickens, it's just what you do on a boat and the habit is hard to break!
Now go buy some of his books. Maybe he will give me pointers on how to get published in the tough world of sailing literature...
The temps are in the low 40's today and I am wishing I was out in the ocean again.
Hmmmph, like that is some mysterious revelation... I am avoiding my chores and looking at some pictures from the various cruises. Click to embiggen...
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| January 2000 |
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| August 2010 with ten years of extra tonnage! Still wearing safety gear... |
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| I like infinity pools, how about you? |
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| Sept 2010 inshore, so no safety gear. |
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| Sept 2010 |
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| August 2010 Clear, warm water! |
Yesterday, I passed on some info on a Seidleman 37 sailboat in Lauderdale to a friend. The listing is for 34K but I think it could be acquired for a lot less than the asking price. I suppose I am really wishing to get the boat for myself, take off across the Atlantic and head to Portugal for next Summer.
Alas, can't happen. Or should I say A Lass...? I wouldn't want to go without SWWBO, there is no real fun without the better half who makes long journeys tolerable and even fun. But it is nice to remember the motion of the ocean, the warm rays of the sun on your skin while looking to keep the boat trimmed properly. All the while wondering what new treats will come out of the galley for the next meal.
I've been re-reading an old book, "Blown Away", by Herb Payson. Very inspiring story about a 40ish couple who get rid of everything to sail a wooden boat across the Pacific. I sent an email to Herb asking for an autographed copy of a couple of his books. Hope I hear back soon.
Instant communication has been a neat thing over the past 15 or 16 years, I have emailed famous sailors with boating questions and received personal replies from all of them. Nigel Calder has corresponded with us on issues with our Wind Hunter debacle, and we have communicated with Reese Palley on a couple other occasions. I am forgetting a bunch of other sailing notables, but you get the drift. (Oh, puns...) The sailing community is a friendly one, overall, and very available to those of us that they've inspired. Plus we all buy how-to books, right?
Now, to get other people to pay for my boating aspirations; That's the art and talent I need more of, getting others to help me sail along. (It's all about me, that's for sure!) The biggies never use their own money to sail or travel. Why, they use the strength of the name/reputation to get others to chip in. Especially the sponsors who make marine products, the Brand Names want to be associated with successful sailors like Chay Blythe and Robin Knox-Johnston. The prices for quality marine parts are not cheap because of those sponsorships of America's Cup Sailing, and various regattas like the Atlantic Rally for Cruisers, better known as the ARC and other such sailing events. The coordinators of those events make all the loot and have all the fun, at no real expense to themselves.
Great work if you can get it!!!
I wonder if I could set up a Regular Guy/Gal Rally for those of us on a real budget. Those big events cost the individual participants some real dosh, and I think I might be able to do it cheaper. I think the ARC runs a couple thousand for the boat and a certain minimum per person onboard your boat. This is to cover parties, inspections and other expenses. To be fair, there are some expenses that I am not thinking about like lawyers, insurance for the event and so forth. It's all a good value if you have never crossed an ocean before and would like expert advice and follow up during the journey. Helps to get those jitters down to a minimum, and believe me, I have had some of those jitters.
The Wildebeest/ Barco crew is way too cheap to pay that much money and we feel that we miss out on learning the cruising business the hard way. Thriftiness aside, I think my reluctance is also a real dislike to submit to anybody's authoritay.
Some people over think and over plan the sailing journey and don't realize that there is a real "paralysis by analysis" problem in boating. Which is why Florida is a graveyard for sailing dreams and sailboats. The organized sailing events help people through the fear and unknown of cruising.
Back in '99, The World Cruising Club had a round the world rally in which the club would make all the arrangements for entry in ports around the world and throw parties for the cruisers on arrival. The cost was about $40K. At first, I thought of how that was not such a bad value. All the palms get greased wherever corrupt officials lurk and all you have to do is comply with the where and when your boat should be.
Just too many rules for my liking. Here's an idea; If you want to sail around the world and give me $40K each, I will gladly take two or three of you aboard and you can enjoy the journey without having to worry about the World Cruising Club's requirements for sailing experience or education. I guarantee it!
Let's pile up a crew of our readers and get out on the ocean!
Or not. It's fun to plan and envision possible trips and it doesn't really matter if we do it or not.
Have a nice Thursday!
****UPDATE****
The sailing author I mentioned above, keeps crazy hours like I do. Herb Payson was kind enough to respond to my request for three of his books. It must have been about 0630, his time.
Sailing people arise with the chickens, it's just what you do on a boat and the habit is hard to break!
Now go buy some of his books. Maybe he will give me pointers on how to get published in the tough world of sailing literature...
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
I dug this ancient video up and posted "as is".
Back in March of '90, I had a friend drop by unexpectedly. Geno Parker was traveling the world and looking for his next domicile. He had gone to Australia, Thailand, China, Japan and all over America. He was looking for the place that was warm, had cheap wimmin and a good local economy. Or was that Good weather, warm wimmin or whatever.
He calls me up at One in the morning on a Thursday to tell me he was in Daytona and for us to meet up.
History: Geno was my room mate in the BEQ at NAS Alameda back in November of 1979. We were very close friends from then on, although he got out of the Navy in 1982. We kept close via phone and infrequent visits.
So I drive to Daytona to visit him (Having cancelled my third date with a hot babe in Pensacola...) and we were at the MTV Spring Break show starring Molly Hatchet. After the show we drive back to Jacksonville Beach where I lived about 50 yards from the sand and I had a Hobie Cat that I had purchased a few weeks earlier, but was still learning to use.
This is the evidence of that weekend, and good thing; She Who Will Be Obeyed was disappointed on my no show, and this proved that Geno and I were up to good. For a change...
I wish Geno trusted me to use his camera because there is no images of him on this tape. But those things were about $800 bucks back then and breaking was not an option.
The tape is in the same condition as when I received it in the mail a few weeks later. I asked for a better copy but it never was to be.
There was a few minutes on the early part of the video but it is unwatchable. So I edited it and the set up of the catamaran out of the end product.
It was a great weekend and I was sorry that my friend had to go traveling. He wound up in San Diego for a number of years and finally returned to Tennessee. He sent me a quick email letting me know that he was moving to Old Hickory to be near his family. I got that email on a friday afternoon, 21 Sep 2001 while at work. I knew we would probably chat that weekend. We usually did.
Instead, his brother called me up that evening.
That's why I kept the video, because it's more important to have a physical touch on the more important memories!
P.S. I got better at the sailing hobby!
He calls me up at One in the morning on a Thursday to tell me he was in Daytona and for us to meet up.
History: Geno was my room mate in the BEQ at NAS Alameda back in November of 1979. We were very close friends from then on, although he got out of the Navy in 1982. We kept close via phone and infrequent visits.
So I drive to Daytona to visit him (Having cancelled my third date with a hot babe in Pensacola...) and we were at the MTV Spring Break show starring Molly Hatchet. After the show we drive back to Jacksonville Beach where I lived about 50 yards from the sand and I had a Hobie Cat that I had purchased a few weeks earlier, but was still learning to use.
This is the evidence of that weekend, and good thing; She Who Will Be Obeyed was disappointed on my no show, and this proved that Geno and I were up to good. For a change...
I wish Geno trusted me to use his camera because there is no images of him on this tape. But those things were about $800 bucks back then and breaking was not an option.
The tape is in the same condition as when I received it in the mail a few weeks later. I asked for a better copy but it never was to be.
There was a few minutes on the early part of the video but it is unwatchable. So I edited it and the set up of the catamaran out of the end product.
It was a great weekend and I was sorry that my friend had to go traveling. He wound up in San Diego for a number of years and finally returned to Tennessee. He sent me a quick email letting me know that he was moving to Old Hickory to be near his family. I got that email on a friday afternoon, 21 Sep 2001 while at work. I knew we would probably chat that weekend. We usually did.
Instead, his brother called me up that evening.
That's why I kept the video, because it's more important to have a physical touch on the more important memories!
P.S. I got better at the sailing hobby!
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| 1. | PARKER, GENE EDWARD | ||||||||
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| DATE OF DEATH: 09/21/2001 | |||||||||
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Monday, November 28, 2011
More sailing, please.
Another blast from the past.
****UPDATE****
Just got in some 7 year old Panamanian Rum.
Heh.
Looks like a Scotch ad... Starring Wilbur.
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| Wilbur be sellin'... |
Those who know; Know.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
This holiday stuff wears me out!
It is Sunday of the Thanksgiving weekend, I have been up for a couple hours and had brekkies and cleaned the resulting mess. We have also set up our reservations at Pensacola's Heartbreak Hotel Navy Lodge for the 8th and 9th of December for a grand weekend at the Pensacola Beaches.
So this means we have been sort of accomplishing things.
The Barco Crew is completely shagged out from all of the excitement this weekend. Food has been consumed and we are all lethargically moving step by step; Like three toed sloths. Why, oh why, does a holiday for giving thanks result in so much gluttony?
Next year I resolve to fast instead of over eating. Like the sign says, "Free Beer, Tomorrow!"
We took the Barco Sin Vela out for a four hour trip to Doctors Lake. We went as far as Whitey's Fish Camp, but there were no vacancies at the dock so we went back home. Beautiful day on the water with hardly any other boats out there with us. (They were all at Whitey's Fish Camp...)
I forgot my camera so there are only a couple photos from the I-Phone. Click to embiggen.
We were back by 4:00 PM and stopped by the club to have some food and watch football.
I guess the next fun thing I get to do is Pensacola Road Trip. Since we will stay on base for two nights, we will be sure to wander around the Naval Aviation Museum and visit the Cubi Point O'Club. And since I am within walking distance, I can imbibe...!
There are also reservations for two nights at the Hilton on the Beach, conveniently located next to Flounders and the Dock. I have a feeling a good time is just around the corner, in just a couple weeks!
Like we don't enjoy ourselves a little much as it is.
See all of you in the next couple days.
Barco Out.
So this means we have been sort of accomplishing things.
The Barco Crew is completely shagged out from all of the excitement this weekend. Food has been consumed and we are all lethargically moving step by step; Like three toed sloths. Why, oh why, does a holiday for giving thanks result in so much gluttony?
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| I know how them feel. |
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| Indeed. |
Next year I resolve to fast instead of over eating. Like the sign says, "Free Beer, Tomorrow!"
We took the Barco Sin Vela out for a four hour trip to Doctors Lake. We went as far as Whitey's Fish Camp, but there were no vacancies at the dock so we went back home. Beautiful day on the water with hardly any other boats out there with us. (They were all at Whitey's Fish Camp...)
I forgot my camera so there are only a couple photos from the I-Phone. Click to embiggen.
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| Whitey's Fish Camp |
We were back by 4:00 PM and stopped by the club to have some food and watch football.
I guess the next fun thing I get to do is Pensacola Road Trip. Since we will stay on base for two nights, we will be sure to wander around the Naval Aviation Museum and visit the Cubi Point O'Club. And since I am within walking distance, I can imbibe...!
There are also reservations for two nights at the Hilton on the Beach, conveniently located next to Flounders and the Dock. I have a feeling a good time is just around the corner, in just a couple weeks!
Like we don't enjoy ourselves a little much as it is.
See all of you in the next couple days.
Barco Out.
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