Three

Start Near the Severed End

So apparently, in Philadelphia, a cheesesteak is served on half a

roll, which appears to me as half a sandwich.  Maybe that's just

the Jersey in me.  You should always take your first bite from the 

cut end of the half sandwich; it's only right.  During every bite 

you take, make sure you squeeze the innards gradually toward

the round end of the roll, ensuring that the last bite is more than

just grease-laden bread.  A good last bite will bring you back.

And if this groundhog sandwich woke up and saw two shadows

from smokestacks, it must have been a Tony Luke's sandwich.

Two smokestacks

The SS United States.  Much more impressive than a Tony Luke's

woodchuck hero.  Was that lunch another brick in the wall?

I fear that may be the case....

I've Hit a Brick Wall

Disabled Race Start

I say disabled because the word 'handicapped' is like saying 'Oriental'

these days.  This was the MRYC Labor Day Herring Island Handicap

start, just off the end of the Metedeconk River Yacht Club's main 

dock.  JW was very aggressive on this line, regardless of how much 

extra weight Wassail was carrying.  How many one design classes 

can you spot in this photo?  And which direction was the 

photographer facing?  And what kegged beverage kept the juniors

happy at the club during the cookout after that race?    

'Twas A Family Affair

Labor Day was always one last chance to sail as

fast as you could around Herring Island and back

 to the club and see how, if at all, your handicap

helped you against the faster boats.  For years and 

years, E-scows would win line honors and also

on corrected time until the dreaded Hobies came

to town.  The game would change forever.

This was one of the few times that not only were

there more than two crew aboard, but I could also

sneak a hand drag over the gunwhale without being 

made to walk the plank.  The Bay races concluded 

two days earlier, and it was a matter of weeks before

 the fall series would begin.  I may want to feel that 

water one more time.

The Philadelphia Sound

I am eleven again when listening to this, even though

in reality I'm 41 years older.  These guys make anyone

proud to be from Philadelphia.

Speaking Of Art.....

Thinking of a certain someone in Japan

A Showy Adorning

Skiers' etiquette states that before the next time you wear

your ski jacket, you must snip your most recent lift 

ticket wickets.  That will prevent people from judging you by 

where you last put on your planks .  Unless of course they're 

from somewhere like Chamonix, or Snowbird, or Stratton. 

Hey, is that an ergonomical handle on that ski pole?

Poule au pot

Doug from Manassas sent me this image, stating that this was the

dish to serve on this snowy evening.  I envy him and his family while

they tuck in to this pot of comfort.  The chicken, an Empire Kosher 

bird I'm almost positive, has cooked slow and long in the juices 

created by the carrots, celery, pearl onions, potatoes, and

anything else he's not let me in on which lurks in the depths of that

crock.  It appears as though they created a seal between the pot 

and the lid with some sort of pastry; very French, Hoovs.  I bet if

you took a potato masher and pressed directly down on that fowl,

the meat would completely separate from the carcass.  This is the

kind of food that pleases the soul.  Take a piece of crusty, chewy

baguette and sop up that broth. Good job, Doug. 

I hope they ate the crust around the edge.

Here We Go.........

Sometimes it feels like we just can't cop a break.

Batten down the hatches, Tillerman!

Well Done, Sir

Punxsutawney Philly Cheesesteak

If the Groundhog sandwich wakes up and sees its shadow, does that 

mean there'll be 6 more frickin Eagles fans in line in front of you?