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  • Flatboat in A Flat Land

    The company bought a new skiff and a motor for our boat. Naturally, we had to test-drive the sucker...

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    Intrepid deckhand Ronnie is at the helm. I've asked him before not to drive with his eyes closed.

     

     

     

     

     

    The next day, we were deep into Texas 100 miles past Galveston

     Not a lot to see in SE Texas, unless flatland is your thing

     

     flatland to the right...

     Flatland to the left...there's something up ahead....

    ...A tree, ladies and gentleman, please keep your distance, it's the last of its kind

    for a score of miles.

    Skimmers fishing in the wake of our tug. As we pass the water first gets sucked away from the bank, leaving little fish wriggling helplessly in the mud.

  • Poll: Cherubs Prefer Seagulls to Banyan Trees

    Sorry for the delay in posting; many changes occurring in my life at once, and I am saving up new events to blog about. No theme to this collection of photos, unless you find one. In which case, you will be cited for your insight and intrepitude, and a free pass to my site will be issued to the winner.

     

    This Great Blue Heron was fishing near where I had left my car while on an adventure with George.

     

     

    I will tell of our great adventure next time. Here are some pictures from the Ringling Museum, in Sarasota Florida. This is the Ringling's back patio... Oops! Somehow, a picture of my digs got mixed up with this batch

    Cherubs and Banyan trees are natural enemies. This poor fellow was too slow, and the tree feeds...

     

    Sarasota also hosts a fine Aquarium, where I saw my first real live Manatees

    The cleaned-up version of Scared Straight doesn't have quite the same impact as the original

    Lily-pad flowers at the Motes Aquarium

    Sunset on one of Sarasota's fine beaches

  • He Would Rather Fish By Himself

    I was minding my own business, enjoying the sunset, when this guy flew down in front of me

    He had seen a fish that he wanted, but.....

    ..but he had not seen me, as I was in the shadows. 

    But when I said 'Hello there!'......

    Same with this guy...totally ungregarious

    St. Andrews Bay, Panama City, fl, home of the stand-offish wading birds!

     

  • First, The Stairmaster Broke...

    Isn't there an exercise app I can download?

  • Storm's Abating, Get Happy!

    Maybe this will make you smile....

     

     

  • Isaac, You Blow Me Away!

     

    The latest pics are at the end of the post---mf

    We are just north of New Orleans, preparing to ride out Hurricane Isaac. It should lose some strength before it reaches us, but it promises to be an interesting evening.

    Looking south from Upper 12-mile point. Avondale Shipyard is across the River, that's the Huey Long bridge in the distance

    Looking north, usually, this scene would be full of barges, but they were sent north to safety,

    along with the fleet's boats. Something wrong with this picture....

    I will update this post with new pics as I get them

     

    TWO DAYS EARLIER...

    ... we were southbound, after delivering barges, and going after more that were imperiled by Isaac

    Bayou Fleet made an office out of the superstructure of an old tugboat

    getting windy... see that cylinder? that is the end of a giant spike sticking out of it.

    The spike is pile-driven into the riverbed, anchoring this old barge to the bank permamently

    It is then used to tie up barges that are waiting to be loaded or unloaded.

    ominous looking clouds....

    All this hurricane talk is making the crew nervous.....

     

    I just heard on the VHF that due to high winds two ships came loose out of an anchorage 12 miles to our south

     

    AUGUST 29

     

     

     

    Those willow trees are getting stripped of leaves

  • I REMEMBER ISAAC

    We Will Rebuild!

    Sometimes, in my dreams, ALL four chairs are knocked over.....

  • Driving South

     

     

    The sign on the Kentucky Turnpike said 'Visit Historic Elizabethtown". So I did....

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    The Courthouse in Elizabethtown 

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    See the cannonball stuck in the wall in the NE quadrant of the pic? That Civil War relic and...

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    ....this bridge that Lincoln's daddy helped build constitute most of the history, unless you always wondered,"Hey,whatever happened to Monty Hall?"

    Wonder no more

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    Main Street had a flower and gift shop, a coffeehouse, and the rest were, strike me dead if I am exaggerating by much, all lawyer's offices!

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    It really is a pretty town, just watch who you bump into or promise to buy lunch for, legal aid is readily available

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    Even the alleys look historic, maybe more so

    And I resumed my trip south, through Kentucky's rustic countryside....

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    As bucolic as the environment was, I felt uneasy, as I was being watched, sized up...

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    Watch out, big boy! Here there be lawyers!

  • With Dan in Ohio, pt 2

    After the wine-tasting( I recommend the Buckeye Red, smooth, fruity, mildly tart, with a clean finish), Dan and I rode with Don to his house in Don's runaround car.....

    ....a 1971 Caddy. All three of us sat in the front, listening to Elvis as we cruised the backroads of west central Ohio.

    We spent the night at Don's super-nice hacienda. His cellar is a regular man-club; full bar, pool table, media center, the works. 

    The next morning, we left for the Lake, which brings this blog up to date with the previous one.

    Dan is stowing the canvas which covers the open area of the boat during rains and when the boat is secured during the week.

    That's McGyver, taking Dan for a ride. Chuck uses bunge cord, string, and duct tape to make quick repairs on the boat and to solve life's little problems, hence the nick-name.

    So we are sitting around that afternoon, drinks in hand, when Dan gets a call. "Hey David", he says as he walks away to talk. David is our cousin, whom neither has seen in well over 50 years. Later, I hear him say, "Yeah, come by, it'd be great to see you." Sure enough, Dan tells me that David is on a bike trip, from his home in Atlanta, he was in West Virginia when he called, and was headed for Michigan. He was stopping at night, and sleeping in a small tent he had with him. David is 71 years old.

    Dan said that David would be here in the morning. Sure enough, at 11 a.m., here he comes. I was too excited to even think about getting a photo of him on the bike.

    Dan, me, and David, Los Tres Amigos

    David got there just in time to make the trip with us to Put-in Bay, a War of 1812 battle site, now a tourist trap catering to those with watercraft. The island has a permanent population of 200 or so, in the winter one has to fly in or out. It's a tourist trap, I took no pictures of anything but us.

                   

    David and Emilie, on Don's boat

      

       Bond, James Bond

     

    Dan is very proud of his teeth

     

     

     

     

    Was this vacation with my brother the best ever, or was the last one? This question will haunt me until I get a third meet with Dan.

  • Into The Land Called....OHIO

    In late April, I headed north to visit with my new-found brother, Dan

    Dan lives in our ancestral homeland, Ohio, a land of many cities and

    rivers...

     

    These trout at the Ohio Aquaculture Center are about ready for transfer to private ponds and lakes, as well as state rivers and streams. That is, unless a Cajun shows up late one night with a castnet and a flashlight.

    I made it to Dan and Emilie's after a two-day drive.

    Emilie, Dan's girlfriend, she's a sweetheart

    In the backyard for a cookout

    I love this ground covering plant! Want, want, want! It stands up well to foot traffic, and

    stays very short regardless. Does anyone know the name, or care to guess? I have no idea.

    Henry is Emilie and Dan's Schnauzer. A deadly vicious beastie,

    or so he would have you believe.

     

    The first full day there in Tipp City, Dan took me to the Wright-Patterson AFB Aviation Museum

     

    The museum had both killers.....

    ....and dillers.

    The second day was devoted to looking at headstones and old homesteads in

    and around Cincinatti. Our granddad Frank met and married Maritta here,

    and their folks are all interred locally.

    Aaron Cobb's headstone. He was our Granddad's brother, drowned at the age of 17

    Great Aunt Jane's home was a family gathering point. Her Mother's middle name, Stebbins, is the one that ties us directly to the colonial days, although we get there other ways as well.

     Two of our Grandad's childhood homes.

    That night, there was a wine-tasting event put on by the Gyro, a men's club, one of whose members is Dan. The event was a fund-raiser for the Gyros, who exist from one wine-tasting event to the next, barely getting by. But you can help, adopt a Gyro member for pennies a day, and you will be invited to shindigs like this....

    Grail is the band's name, gospel and bluegrass is their game

    The next day, we headed for the Lake, the lake in question being the one named Erie. Dan and his buds keep their boats in the water for the summer and fall, then store them for the winter.

    Bay Haven Marina, Party Central

    Dan's boat, a 27-footer named the Tini 2, or something like that.

    That's Don, hogging all the ladies. He's Dan's 'wingman', and a great guy.

     

    The crew, finishing off the barbecue from the wine-tasting event.

    I will finish this blog in a day or so. Exciting things happened at the Lake, and you will want to hear about them.

     

     

     

  • NO PARTICULAR PLACE TO SHOW

    You don't really have to admit it, but it takes a steady hand to take a night picture that is this clear

     

    Looking downriver, somewhere above New Orleans

    All 56L x 25W x 38H of my workplace

    Those spots in the water are ducks, coots, to be specific. I'm guessing that there are a 1000 in this picture

     

    Yes, I did have to put in a Pelican pic

    Storm over Hudson Bay...that is, the ship named for the place

    They won the fight, there is no ice in all of Monrovia

    size is relative; this ship looks big until placed in this perspective

    This one's for you, honey...gnite, I love ya!

  • PELICANS IN THE FOREBAY

    Brown Pelicans are not known for their gregariousness, but compared to their cousins, the White Pelicans, they are downright clingy. These are the closest i have been able to get to the White Pelicans that have been hanging out in the forebay leading into the the Industrial Lock chamber.

    White Pelicans are not allowed on the lamp posts

     

    ..and just to make sure of that.....

    G'nite!

  • Gags From the Land of Kilts and Haggis

    My buddfy Utah, over at The Rio Norte Line, just posted some jokes that must be shared.......

     

    Just booked a table for Valentine’s Day for me and the wife. Bound to end in tears though – she’s crap at snooker.

    Met a beautiful girl down at the park today. Sparks flew, she fell at my feet and we ended up having sex there and then. God, I love my new Taser!

    Got a new Jack Russell pup today, he’s mainly black and brown with just a small white area so I’ve called him Detroit.

    If you get an email telling you that you can catch Swine Flu from tins of ham then delete it. It’s Spam.

     

    They say that sex is the best form of exercise. Now correct me if I’m wrong but I don’t think 2 minutes and 15 seconds every 3 months is going to shift this beer belly.

    I’ve just watched a documentary about children being beaten and abused in Indian sweatshops. Looking at the quality of stitching on my new trainers the little bastards deserved it!

    When I was a kid people used to cover me in chocolate and cream and put a cherry on my head. Yeah, life was tough in the gateau.

    The local deli ran out of milk again due to the freezing weather, fortunately, my elderly neighbour Doreen has plenty stacked up on her doorstep.

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    News flashes:

    1. Now on sale at IKEA – beds for lesbians: no nuts or screwing involved, it’s all tongue and groove.

    2. A Muslim has been shot with a starting pistol; police say it’s definitely race related

     

  • Random Shots Were Taken...

    A walking iris awakens, and starts producing flowers after 16 years!

    Please, no autographs!

    We're just looking

    This what happens when two tows close the gap between them

    The water has to go somewhere, usually all over the deckhands.

    My new friend and photo subject

  • Recommended Post (on rival forum)

    My friend @black3actual and I are at vicious loggerheads on some issues, and like the cogs in Swiss watches on others. He has written a provocative and timely piece concerning business and ethics; and his Q-and-A style makes what could be a turgid subject readable.

    http://therionorteline.com/2012/04/27/the-interloper-and-the-wall-st-ceo/

  • Standin' On Your Ground

    George Zimmerman, the man who shot a kid for walking at night, shares a last name with Songwriter Robert Zimmerman, aka Bob Dylan. Thus, the following parody was gonna get written by somebody.

     

    How many hoodies must I see pass by

    before one stops to burgle my pad?

    And how can one tell if a lad's okay,

    and just running to the store for his Dad?

    Yes, how many kids walking outside at night

    are really out to do something bad?

    The answer, my friend doesn't matter in the end

    When on my ground I do stand.

     

    Just how young does a man have to be

    to not be considered a threat?

    And since when did having a lousy sense of style

    make it right to shoot someone dead?

    Yes, and what if your fear of a young black guy

    is by sensationalist media fed?

    My answer, my friend, is a bullet from my gun

    I followed him and shot him with my gun.

     

    Yes, and how many more will die needlessly

    Before we fix this law finally?

    How many more Mothers will have to see

    their dead sons each night on TV?

    Until it's changed, I feel perfectly free

    to shoot you for looking cross-eyed at me

    You can thank the NRA for this insanity,

    now go out and kill someone legally.