40º03'22.96" N 74º03'52.86" W
Ssshhh. He's still trying to finish his homework.
Looks to me he went fishing and tried to land THE BIG ONE!
Hey Baydog - I listened to a yummy old chestnut from Eat A Peach (1972) on the radio tonight (WFUV-FM), while driving in my car. This recording is actually from that album, notwithstanding the mistaken cover picture in the attached link from my other favorite Allman Bros. record, Fillmore East (1971), which I frequently spin for you at OFD (Statesboro Blues).Ain't it great to have Trouble No More?
You drive a car? I thought it was only the train. 'Eat A Peach' has a warm place in my memory because while listening to that same album in your room many OFDs ago in Cos Cob, I think Bob A. asked you the meaning of the title, and you innocently said, "I couldn't tell you'. :)
You're right, Baydog. O Dock has fallen into a sorry state of disrepair.But in about two months, I should have more time than I've ever had before to sail, blog, and maybe even blog about sailing - assuming my boat is still afloat.If anyone had told me how much work it is getting ready to retire, I might have reconsidered. I now have to do all the things at work that I've been promising I'd do for the past ten years.And how could there possibly be any ambiguity in that album title?
And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair— (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning [jacket], my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dareDisturb the universe?
April is the cruelest month. Edvard's painting sold for $120MM this week, and all I have are these piddly royalties??
Congratulations O. I hope you have a long and wonderful retirement.But please don't blog about sailing. You write so well that nobody will ever bother to read the puny efforts of people like me who try to blog about sailing.Blog about something else PLEASE. Ambiguous album titles, maybe?
I grow old … I grow old … I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.
No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use,Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool.
Like button....where is it? Damn it, Baydog. Where is that button? Guys like me don't like to write, we want buttons! Okay, I'll settle for a smile face. :)
I once knew a guy from Nantucket..he had, umm, he had... Whew memory loss is a pain but I know he had something, and he was good friends with Tillerman, that's all I know.
Every time I'm in Georgia, I eat a peach for peace.
Every time I'm in New Egypt, I eat a peach for a snack.
You should avoid the peaches in Egypt, they are contaminated with, are you ready for this (in the voice of Stewie from Family Guy) ...Pharaoh-osphorus! Mojo you have got to be jealous on that one...(more Stewie)