829 Southdrive

829 Southdrive

A New Jersey state of mind

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Crassostrea Virginica!

This photo was worth posting again.  Merry Christmas to all of my 
family, friends, work associates, and fellow bloggers.  If at all
possible, try to have a few oysters this Holiday Season!

Monday, December 23, 2013

The Catch?

This evening, the last public sporting event will have taken place in
 the venerable Candlestick Park in San Francisco.  Much has been
 made of the many historic moments associated with this beloved
sporting arena, not the least of which would be the 1981 NFC
championship game between the San Francisco Forty-Niners
and the Dallas Cowboys.  In that game, in the waning moments,
Joe Montana looked and looked, then moved to his right and
 basically lofted a pass into the end zone, right into the outstretched
arms of Dwight Clark, who jumped slightly, and caught the
ball for the winning touchdown, thus sending the 49ers to the
Super Bowl.  This will forever be known in the annals of
 NFL history as 'The Catch'.  The Catch my ass.

This, my friends, is 'The Catch'.  Forever and ever.  Because it was
way better than Montana to Clark, and it led to this:

Monday, November 4, 2013

From the Dock of the Bay

On the dock looking East toward Bay Head

I hope the centerboard is up somewhat
because it's not too deep right there....

Dad and a couple of his Metedeconk friends
streaking by the end of our dock

I can't imagine the Lightning not having hiking 
straps, but it looks like Dad has his right foot
hooked underneath the aft deck coaming

Lightnings are not necessarily known for blinding
speed, but 'Vision' looks to be nearly sailing on
her skeg alone.  Blazing

Mom letting out an exhilarated laugh, probably
relieved that the mast didn't snap.  From the looks
of it, everyone had a good time that afternoon.

This blog has been very quiet in the past few months.
Sometimes it seems that I've run out of relevant topics
or that what I feel like posting about won't interest my
two followers.  There's always food, but 829 was 
supposed to be more than that.  Unfortunately, 
Facebook makes it too easy to post on a whim,
and I fear I have fallen prey to that medium.
I'm not knocking FB though, for I've been able
to re-connect with cousins who for so long
seemed unreachable.  I'm thankful for this.

The above post represents some of what I had
originally set out to do.  There are still some random
photos that need to be scanned and talked about, 
things that I've done and places we've visited, and
I look forward to getting back to that.  There's still
a lot more sentimental mush left in me.    

Monday, October 28, 2013

Friday, October 11, 2013

Take 2

Clue:  Pink Floyd song.

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Picture Quiz

After all this time, this is all I could come
up with?  Thanks for the idea, Tillerman!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Poisson Frit

A sailor that I know just went to Menorca, Spain.
He sails and everybody understands.
Then he scarfed down a plate of Whitebait, uh huh,
and said it was the finest in the land.

In Metedeconk, we call them Spearing,
and they're definitely used for bait.

We All Chipped In For a Bag of Cement

After almost 40 years, I still don't understand
the 'bag of cement' reference. I still get chills, however,
when I hear this song.  Must be something to do
with being a teenager in the seventies.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Tillerman's First Mention of Food (Comida)

Jamon Serrano.  I know he went to Menorca (Minorca) to sail 
Lasers, but I knew what I was looking forward to; his food posts.  
Yeah, the next time I gybe (jibe) a Laser, I'll use my hiking stick 
(tiller extension) to free the mainsheet from the corner of the transom.  
But if I ever get to Spain (Spane), I'll order the Jamon Iberico,
(Pata Negra), which feeds primarily on acorns.  It is said to
virtually melt in one's mouth (boca). 'til manana................

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Insult to Injury

They just can't catch a break!  

Saturday, September 7, 2013

You Can't Go Home Again

I'd just spent the better part of the last hour writing about
our experience in the new restaurant last night, where the
old restaurant used to be. It looked to be the best piece of
writing I'd done in a great while and I was anxious to post.
I clicked on an alert to read someone's comment on another
post and completely lost the entire piece.  I obviously still
don't know all the nuances of FB.  I don't have it in me to 
re-write.  I've just fallen overboard, capsized, and turned 
turtle at the finish after leading the entire race.

In a nutshell, after much fanfare about the new place, and
reading the menus and imagining what I'd order and what
it would taste like, we came away less than dazzled, 
somewhat disappointed, and personally, a bit relieved.
After so many months of feeling so damn bad about how
such a beloved institution could go out with such a whimper,
there was consolation.  Not a lot, but a little.  They will get
better and more consistent with time and I suspect we will
go back.  Eventually 

A Summer of Flavor