Sneak Peek

No snow here in Chucktown!

Moving Day

I had to move the boat from the State Marina by the 31st, and

since we're not around this weekend, I brought her to a friend's

 lagoon to spend a week or two until I figure out to whom I'm gonna 

give the honor of hauling Bay Rhumb for the winter.  

Cormorants are nervous birds.  They see you coming,

and unlike seagulls who stay put and almost dare you to run them

over, panic and take off flying or dive under and re-emerge

fifty yards away,  all the while looking for a tasty mouthful.

Steaming westward into a very stiff breeze.  I'm not real familiar

with this channel and will cut the throttle soon to avoid being 

thrown over the wheel if I unexpectedly hit bottom.  Panning North,

then South, it hits me:  summer's over, and except for the few

sailboats to the South, there's nobody out this October Tuesday

afternoon.  

Nestled snugly in her temporary berth, I tied up Bay Rhumb 

and installed a couple of bumpers to fend her when the wind

invariably shifts to the Southeast.  It's nice to have good friends

with such nice accommodations.

See you in a week or two.

Only other thing I needed to do before heading home was to

drop Charley's spinnaker pole off at Beaton's.

Any excuse to swing by my favorite boatyard is a good one.

I counted at least five A Cats in this shed, along with several

smaller 'filler' boats.  Yep, summer's over.

In any other place, this little skiff would be rotting away, but it's

obvious by the looks of this one that there is full intention of

restoration.  I'd still love to know how that boat on the right 

made it up here from Mississippi.

It amazes me how some of these boat owners choose to get 

the work done in the fall, rather than waiting 'til spring to decide 

whether or not there are enough funds to do so.  

Deep pockets.  Deeper than mine. 

I'm thrilled that Tom has decided to expand (I originally said 

modernize but that would be something I prefer he didn't do) 

and build a bigger office and ship's store building.  As stated earlier,

 there are enough deep pockets around here to keep an 

old-fashioned place like this operating for a long, long time. 

 I just hope that they make it look weathered like all of

 the other sheds surrounding it.

Maid/Made on Barnegat Bay

Pictures at a Competition

Generator, satellite dish, 2 HD TVs, deep fryer, gas grill, tunes,

2 coolers, and a bean bag game.  Why even go inside?  I'm

not sure they ever did.

It's either wait in line to see what the people before you needed

to expel, because you know there's a melange of matter in there,

or take a walk into the swamps of Jersey.

Senator John Blutarsky was in attendance.

Coconut-curry chicken skewers.  I shoulda made more.

A hell of a lot more.

Still the tallest building in Manhattan, but not for long.

Robert is the luckiest Parking Technician at Giants Stadium.

We always park in the same spot, game after game, and he's 

always there to greet us and wave us right in.  Amazing how

we get a spot so close to our tailgating group every time, even

though we're arriving as much as two hours after the gates open.

In turn, he eats like a king all pre-game long: ribs, chicken wings,

sausage sandwiches, baked ziti, filet mignon, grilled oysters 

and clams, shrimp cocktail,  and desserts of all sizes and shapes.

I've seen him directing traffic and yelling at someone while holding

a paper plate full of food.  I love that guy.

King Cole

Two sets tomorrow, Saturday, October 15 at 

the Record Collector in Bordentown, NJ.

Pete, you and Uncle Jim gonna make it down 

there?  Tell Richie I said hey.

Ready About?

Johnny Come Lately

And to think that I just got my own first iPod on Monday.  I'm still

trying to wrap my head around the whole concept of  not having to

gently lay the stylus down on the record.  I've got 160 frigabytes 

of memory!  That's 40,000 songs.  And I can load photos, movies,

and TV shows to boot.  I wonder if the Honeymooners are out on

iTunes yet.  I suppose I'll never run out of music while mowing the 

lawn.  How long does it take to cut my grass, you ask?  

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.   The album.

Steve Jobs didn't just influence a generation, but several of them.

Everyone else out there is a copycat. The letter i will never be

looked at the same way again, and i am just getting started.

We'll take it!

Hakeem Nicks was born with Stick-um on his hands

Larry Fitzgerald gives $1000 to charity for every pass he catches.

In keeping with being charity-minded, the Jints should give 1k for

every pass defended against Fitz.  I'm thinking they can swing it.

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I'm loving #71 Dave Tollefson.  Big, white defensive

linemen are hard to come by these days.

Victor, next time you want to give up the ball, make sure you hear

the whistle first.  Phew!  Good job boys, on not giving up and 

coming home with a road win.  We'll see you in two weeks

against Buffalo.  K-9 if you want to tailgate; we'll have plenty.