Earlier I perused the following maundering meandering that your wife
apparently typed:


"Skip Gundlach" wrote in message
...
Wilbur, Wilbur, Wilbur ....

It's obvious to me when I read your rantings that "Wilbur" is a
persona, and that makes me curious, and sad, too, how you gave birth
to this alter-ego, and worse, why? There was a time when I found that
you could bruise my feelings a bit, but that was a few thousand miles
ago, and since then, we've become a great deal more experienced and
confident with sailing, and you just don't get up my nose anymore. In
fact, you're entertaining, in a sad way. One of the things that has
amazed me over and over again is the kindness of fellow sailors and
cruisers. I have never, without exception in my 55 years, met so many
intelligent, warm, caring people. And better still, they're all
"outside the box", which considering our lifestyles, isn't too
surprising. You're the exception, Wilbur. You just smack of
tongue-in-cheek pokes at other people just for the pure thrill of
getting a rise out of your next victim. I'm actually amazed that some
of these guys do, actually, rise to the occasion and banter with you.
So silly. I thought about ripping you a new one, but it's just not
worth it. I'd be stooping to your level, then, and it is entirely
unnecessary for me to do that. Unlike you, I just don't need to.

Sailing/cruising is just one of those things, sort of like being a
good horsewoman, or golfer, or any other sport, where practice makes
perfect. Probably there's no such thing as "perfect" in the sailing
world, but there's a distinct learning curve, and we're accomplishing
that in a hands-on fashion. I really don't give a rip about people's
tongue clicking (I'm speaking of the people on the newsgroup who are
*real* sailors here) and I value their advice. I especially value
advice which is given in genuine friendship, as one caring human being
to another. Roger, Jere, Larry, Butch, Wayne, salty - fabulous guys
with secure egos who want only to share their experience for the
better of the group. I value them so much - more, I love the guys.
We are, after all, comrades in arms out here.

I'm sorry that you obviously aren't having as much fun in your life as
we are. Some of your rantings ring of an emotional gay man; - and
being gay is OK by me. We're not homophobic in any way. But I wish
you'd just come out of the closet. I honestly don't think you'd
receive anything but support from the group. Is Greg really your
roommate? That would make us all very happy for you. Why don't you,
in fact, just have the balls to tell us all about the real Wilbur,
like Skip has of himself. It would make such a pleasant change.

OK - this is from the horse's mouth on my feelings about our boat.
Some of the above-mentioned guys will attest, probably, to the fact
that I don't mince my words, and I'm an open book. So what you read,
is what I mean.

I was a single mom of four, with no child support for years and years,
and it wasn't always fun. I've wondered if the initial idea of living
aboard had anything to do with running away at last to live *my* life.
There were things I was really nervous about; Skip and I weren't
living together full time even after we were married because I was
still working in North Georgia, and he was in Florida, working on the
boat. To start living together full time on a boat seems daunting -
many marriages might fail under the circumstances. And yet I've
constantly surprised myself with what I anticipated might be "an
adjustment", and which turned out to be a very natural, comfortable
situation. There hasn't been one single regret since I left my job in
August '06 and moved to the boat in Florida, about our decision to do
this. I love our boat. I love the simplicity of the lifestyle. I
love not paying property taxes. I love having no debt. I love my
husband - nay, I adore my husband, who is the sweetest, most
thoughtful, caring partner, and hands down, the best lover in the
world. I know that sounds Pollyannaish - it would to anyone. You'd
just have to creep inside my heart and hear my daily prayers of Thanks
that I am, of all the people in the world, God's chosen one. He piled
up all the Blessings on me. I have no idea what I ever did in my life
to deserve that, but I'm thankful for it. There isn't a single thing
I would do to change it. I hope we'll be able to cruise until we die.
Simultaneous heart attacks after mind-blowing sex would be good.

Anyway, Wilbur, I realize I'm not the average woman - that's evident
by the sad lack of them out here. We see and know all these great
guys who are out there cruising, or trying to, and can't find a female
partner to share it all with. I feel really sorry for them - it's a
dream made real. It's a permanent vacation. It's heaven on earth. I
not only don't miss the land life, and all the bull**** that entails
just trying to keep up with the complications, but I have no desire to
go back to it. We have 8 children between us, who like our company.
And we have 6 grandchildren now, so we want to visit them until such
time as they're old enough to have "summer camps" with us. Aside from
that, there's nothing that draws us back. I personally don't know why
everyone doesn't choose this lifestyle, but it's a good thing they
don't. It'd get too crowded out here.

I would love it if you'd stop playing silly buggars in the group, and
just step on out here, buddy. I'm sure you'd find that you don't have
to be a vitriolic asshole to get the attention; we'll all love and
support you, as we do eachother. It's a much more pleasant
alternative, don't you think?

And Bob - you better watch it, too!!

Love, Lydia



As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I shall
not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate it if
you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a barking little
bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard

"Wilbur Hubbard" wrote in message
anews.com...


As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I shall
not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate it if
you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a barking little
bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard

And of those few things, the worst has to be someone with raisins in real
life posting as if he has grapefruit.

Wilbur Hubbard wrote:



As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I
shall not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate
it if you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a
barking little bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard


Wilbur,

You obviously don't know much about women...

On Thu, 25 Sep 2008 00:26:13 -0500, cavelamb himself
wrote:

Wilbur Hubbard wrote:



As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I
shall not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate
it if you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a
barking little bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard


Wilbur,

You obviously don't know much about women...



How could he?

We know from his now defunct web site that he does know how to use a
graphics program to carefully trace the images from web pictures and paste
them into photos of his boat. Having done similar things with photos for
flight simulator panel images back in my flying days, I can say that anyone
with that much time on their hands isn't doing much actual sailing in their
boat.

--
Roger Long

Sailing?? Wilbur?? Rumor has it that the bottom growth on the piece
of **** he lives in has now firmly attached the hull to the bottom of
his slip.

You mean the floor of the health care facility don't you?

--
Roger Long

"cavelamb himself" wrote in message
...
Wilbur Hubbard wrote:



As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I shall
not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate it if
you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a barking
little bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard


Wilbur,

You obviously don't know much about women...




Neal hasn't gotten laid without money exchanging hands since the Eisenhower
administration.

--
"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com

"Capt. JG" wrote in message
easolutions...
"cavelamb himself" wrote in message
...
Wilbur Hubbard wrote:



As I feel it's beneath my dignity to treat with your distaff side I
shall not demean myself by doing so. But, man to man, I would appreciate
it if you'd heel your Schipperke. There's few things worse than a
barking little bitch the master hasn't taught to heel.

Wilbur Hubbard


Wilbur,

You obviously don't know much about women...




Neal hasn't gotten laid without money exchanging hands since the
Eisenhower administration.

--
"j" ganz @@
www.sailnow.com



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Ever since Adam had to part with an apple for some poon tang, there has
always
been an exchange or money or some other form of currency when sex is
involved.

On Sep 25, 8:23*am, "Thomas, Spring Point Light"
wrote:

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Ever since Adam had to part with an apple for some poon tang, there has
always
been an exchange or money or some other form of currency when sex is
involved.- Hide quoted text -


..Its called Social Exchange Theory. There are lots of SEC guys/
theories out there depending on which discipline you lurk. Basically
they all belive ALL relationships as .........

1) Profit = Rewards-Costs

2)Where forms of Profit a
Goods
Services
Sentiment
Cash

3) For a relationship to exist BOTH parties must perceive a Profit.
How is that possible?
Give things of little value and receive things valued greatly.

This may describe why SKip and Lydia are still together. They
compliment each others deficiencies. Skip is the care taker and Lydia
is the helpless idiot. Sorta like an S&M relationship.
Bob