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!

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:

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.    

NSHOF 2013 Inductees

The 2013 Inductees.

I bow to them

Take 2

Clue:  Pink Floyd song.

Picture Quiz

After all this time, this is all I could come

up with?  Thanks for the idea, Tillerman!

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.

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................

Insult to Injury

They just can't catch a break!  

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