Wednesday, July 3, 2019

Late bloomers - Lilac Dept.

Forward progress on the Dublin Bay 24 - The Appprenticeshop

Back in March I reported that the hull of the Dublin Bay 24 had been framed and planking had just begun. Today Fred and I got to The Apprenticeshop and were able to see the progress on the Dublin Bay 24.

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Living in your own islands may disappoint

He’s Spent Just One Night on His Private Island. He’s Had Enough.

Saturday, June 15, 2019

Farewell to Dr. John, Wherever You Is Now

From The Paris Review

Farewell to Dr. John, Wherever You Is Now: Even in a city of characters, he stood out, wrapped in his own language. “You speak Spanish?” a journalist asked him. “No, man,” he said. “I don’t even speak English.” - by Brian Cullman

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Late bloomers - Lilacs in Maine

When Lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd* is Walt Whitman's elegy for Abraham Lincoln. 

*[The Walt Whitman Archive CC license]

Friday, June 7, 2019

Thursday, June 6, 2019

D Day Addendum | The New Yorker

American soldiers, including New Yorker editor Gardner Botsford

D Day Addendum | The New Yorker: Footnotes to A. J. Liebling’s account of action off Normandy Beach that ran in The New Yorker in July, 1944.

by Roger Angell

Angell in March 2015
Roger Angell (by Karen Green)

I have a few footnotes to hang onto the bottom lip of A. J. Liebling’s “Cross-Channel Trip,” the remarkable first-hand account of action off Normandy Beach that ran in The New Yorker on July 8, 1944, a month and a bit after D Day. The first of these might as well be an urgent memo to all the directors of all the graduate writing programs in the land commanding them to tack up this piece in their “Must Read, Then Reread” curricula for this year and every year. As an assignment they should require each student to count up the quotes and names and sights and details and passing thoughts and rushes of burning interest that stuff each paragraph to the gunwales and over.

I know one detail that Liebling leaves out, however: the fact and apparent wild coincidence that Lieutenant Henry Rigg, the commander of the Navy LCIL (Landing Craft Infantry: Large) from which Liebling gets his closeup look at the D Day action, had been known in boaty circles of civilian life as the fabled yachtsman H. K. (Bunny) Rigg, and in New Yorker circles as our Yachts and Yachtsmen columnist. Belay those snickers, all hands. The magazine’s columnists covered almost everything back in the easeful issues of the nineteen-thirties—fashions, tennis, Ivy League football, horseracing, dog shows—and Rigg’s suave writing made you feel at ease during each tack and luff, whatever the hell they meant. 
He lived in Annapolis and sailed its waters and just about everywhere, becoming a three-time winner of the coveted Bermuda Cup and, while cruising, the cause for extra rounds of gin fizzes in yacht clubs up and down the Atlantic Coast and pretty much around the Caribbean. His actions under fire on D Day brought him subsequent Silver Star and Legion of Honor awards, but, as he would say, never mind that now.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

130 foot maxi My Song lost at sea during transport ~ GCaptain

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Stage 4 lung cancer and a mountain to climb

She Had Stage 4 Lung Cancer, and a Mountain to Climb

Saturday, May 4, 2019

Cousins, and siblings - Our new family - thanks to

Today my first cousins Curt and Karen met their sister (my first cousin) Donna for the first time.  Thanks to a DNA search Donna learned the identity of their father - my uncle Walter - by finding that Curt and Karen are her brother and sister.  Curt and Karen came in from Santa Barbara to meet Donna.   Taisy and I met our cousin and her family for the first time; and they all met Marilyn too!