Hi, boob, and list,

"Bob" wrote in message
...

I respect honesty.

Then, no doubt, you're thrilled with my candor in reporting our gaffes...
:{))


When I read a person claiming to be a "blue water cruiser" yet I read
of the actions of a buffoon I belive it is my responsibility to call
attention to the absurdity. I do not want a person considering blue
water sailing, visit RBC for guidance, and get the impression logs of
the yacht Flying Pig is something follow as a model.

I only play low brass; never in my life have I played the the buffoon. I
also, now, play the modified shell in several acoustic ranges, some with
upper brass mouthpieces to enhance range and harmonics. Rarely do you hear
the Lone Ranger Theme from the Overture to the opera "William Tell" played
on a large triton shell, but you may, if you're anchored near us. I guess
it's fair to say that I now am guilty of all ranges of brass, both auditory
and in print :{))

Whether or not someone would care to use me as a model (who'd want to think
that the "daily crisis" - as one of our sisterships' owners called the
things which happen aboard - was what they had to look forward to?), it
could be instructive in either avoidance (the goofs) or emulation (the good
parts, obviously).

And, in point of fact, I've received numerous letters off list both thanking
me for the candor, taking them as a learning experience (there but for the
grace of God, etc.), and saying that what we're doing (out living the life,
no shoreside financial or physical entanglements; emotional is another
story!) is what they hope to do some day.

YMobviouslyVs...

L8R

Skip, retuning the rig and, with any luck swapping out the spreader tractors
for LEDs, today


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