Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

--
Sir Gregory

On Wed, 27 Nov 2013 14:42:19 -0500, " Sir Gregory Hall, Esq·"
åke wrote:


Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

Yes, the poor chap.

On the other hand there is that guy stuck in a tiny town out on the
Keys. Been stuck in that one place for years and years and brags about
it.
--
Cheers,

Bruce in Bangkok

On 27/11/2013 9:42 PM, Sir Gregory Hall, Esq· wrote:
Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

Speaking of turkeys, you qualify for sure.
Go to bed dreaming you're Travis McGee and wake up every morning
alone and nasty as usual.
You need an attitude adjustment.

"injipoint" wrote in message
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On 27/11/2013 9:42 PM, Sir Gregory Hall, Esq· wrote:
Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

Speaking of turkeys, you qualify for sure.
Go to bed dreaming you're Travis McGee and wake up every morning alone and
nasty as usual.
You need an attitude adjustment.

The least you and Bruce could do is man-up and admit
I was correct years ago when I predicted that Skippy,
being married and having his wife aboard, was doomed
as that was the surest way ever to cut his cruising
avocation short. Too bad Lydia is so hawt as I can
see where the choice between her and cruising might
be a difficult one. The lesson here is perhaps being
married to a fat, horse-faced woman might be better
for a cruiser as such as these are easily left behind.

Nonetheless, it seems I sure was correct about that,
now doesn't it. Skippy spent two years on the hard
preparing his fine yacht to cruise again and he never
even got two hundred miles from the yard before his
enterprise ground to a halt due to distaff side concerns.

Oh, well. A man must do what he thinks is most
expedient.

So, instead of hurling stones, perhaps you should
consider giving credit where credit is due. I have proven
time and time again that, when it comes to sailing and
the sailing life, I know of which I speak. I've been there,
done that, am still doing that, will continue to do that
and I've seen it all. I can make assumptions based
upon complete information, therefore I am generally
always correct.

--
Sir Gregory

On 28/11/2013 8:32 PM, Sir Gregory Hall, Esq· wrote:
"injipoint" wrote in message
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snip snip snip


I have proven time and time again that, when it
comes to sailing and the sailing life, I know of
which I speak. I've been there, done that, am
still doing that, will continue to do that
and I've seen it all. I can make assumptions based
upon complete information, therefore I am generally
always correct.

Like I said, only in your dreams.

On Thu, 28 Nov 2013 13:32:08 -0500, " Sir Gregory Hall, Esq·"
åke wrote:

"injipoint" wrote in message
...
On 27/11/2013 9:42 PM, Sir Gregory Hall, Esq· wrote:
Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

Speaking of turkeys, you qualify for sure.
Go to bed dreaming you're Travis McGee and wake up every morning alone and
nasty as usual.
You need an attitude adjustment.

The least you and Bruce could do is man-up and admit
I was correct years ago when I predicted that Skippy,
being married and having his wife aboard, was doomed
as that was the surest way ever to cut his cruising
avocation short. Too bad Lydia is so hawt as I can
see where the choice between her and cruising might
be a difficult one. The lesson here is perhaps being
married to a fat, horse-faced woman might be better
for a cruiser as such as these are easily left behind.


Unfortunately the reality is that the ultimate in happiness isn't
attaining some plateau of mythical greatness, like claiming to be a
real sailorman simply because you have a boat that isn't equipped with
an auxiliary engine but does have an outboard motor clamped to its
tail, it is being able to do what one wishes to and if one wishes to
travel with one's wife, than traveling with one's wife is happiness.

You, on the other hand, who so obviously never had a father, or a
wife, are continually evidencing your great unhappiness and
disaffection with your own life and your envy for Skip's happy life
style is appallingly apparent.

Nonetheless, it seems I sure was correct about that,
now doesn't it. Skippy spent two years on the hard
preparing his fine yacht to cruise again and he never
even got two hundred miles from the yard before his
enterprise ground to a halt due to distaff side concerns.

Oh, well. A man must do what he thinks is most
expedient.

So, instead of hurling stones, perhaps you should
consider giving credit where credit is due. I have proven
time and time again that, when it comes to sailing and
the sailing life, I know of which I speak. I've been there,
done that, am still doing that, will continue to do that
and I've seen it all. I can make assumptions based
upon complete information, therefore I am generally
always correct.

Credit for what? Being chased out of rec.boats? What an
accomplishment. All one has to do is visit that site to understand
just how low you have fallen to have been driven out of that band of
losers.

--
Cheers,

Bruce in Bangkok

" Sir Gregory Hall, Esq·" åke wrote in message
...

Poor Capt. Skippy! The Rube's been stuck in one place
for so long that I hear tell he's been raising turkeys on
deck. I sure hope he pardons at least one before he
eats all the rest.

--
Sir Gregory

Hi, y'all,

We spent a week with Lydia's entire family - ex husband, mother, 4 kids, 2
grandkids and 3 of 5 dogs...

http://www.beachreunion.com/vacation...geDataID=54593

https://plus.google.com/photos/10818...84431100338657
are just some pix on the beach Saturday PM just before sundown, from her and
her mother's cameras - there are a few hundred others, not counting all the
cell phone pix from all the assembled, which haven't yet been uploaded to my
root directory next to my gallery...

Dinner for 13 was sort of anticlimactic to me in that all I did was carve
the 28# turkey (much of which got tossed at the end of the week - no
leftover food in the rental, and all others including ourself seemed to have
NO room in the car to take anything non-perishable, and certainly not to fit
a cooler which would have to have been bought to keep perishables at bay -
even though I thought it entirely ridiculous and bled at everything which
went into the trash!), and eat only turkey and mashers, the rest being
unappealing to me, and of small enough quantities that I didn't even have
the usual tryptophan rush. Watched more football in the last week than I
probably have cumulatively my entire life, and the same MIGHT be true for
basketball.

Refrigeration still an issue; the 3rd defective part replacement should
arrive today (which followed receipt and installation of two defective
temperature probes, which followed awaiting and installation of three
different - from the original two ordered - evaporation plates, all of
which, per instance, had a waiting time of a week in between all the labor
parts of the exercise), and we MAY be able to start our
1-week-flawless-performance-test-drive soon, thence to head to Vero/Stuart,
where her mother/diesel mechanic await either being ministered to in
searching for housing, or to minister to Flying Pig in the R&R&R of the
injection pump.

We hope to resume our shakedown sometime next year or so, perhaps even,
synchronicity-style, a year later than we'd started. In the meantime, we're
enjoying our new boat cat, Greta, who followed Lydia down the dock in St.
Marys just before we left, very similar to Portia (who's now a service
animal to Lydia's mother), the attractions in St. Augustine, and generally
making the best of a very bad situation. We've not been stuck like this
year, EVER, before...

L8R

Skip (and Lydia)

--

Morgan 461 #2
SV Flying Pig KI4MPC
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When a man comes to like a sea life, he is not fit to live on land.
- Dr. Samuel Johnson