Another euphemistic deception. And yes as you probably already know, there exists near infinitesimal euphemistic deceptions since, well, no one really knows.
It was not easy and I say the energy was insane. The scrunched bug-eyed look of that face watching and performing a similar feat illustrated the insanity like a house of horrors mirror. It was a bloody knuckle fight with the elements and the self and thankfully my hands still work and are not too badly scarred.
I still have all my teeth.
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Well, that's one way to describe November 4, 2013, described many days later many weeks later more than a month later.
On November 4, 2013 I sailed out of Newport Harbor, storm jib and double reefed main and a pretty decent northwest wind. Narragansett Bay and Newport were the cannon. The northwest wind was the explosion. I was the cannonball.
Maybe a nuclear physicist performing the same feat would use a different analogy to describe November 4th. Oppenheimer would've definitely and unapologetically flunked my ass, the dated cannon fire euphemism barely the tip of the iceberg.
Then I think, well, if Oppenheimer today is considered by many as dated old school, then what's the potential now?
It's all so dated in this philosophy.
It's been an ugly trip so far and therefore it's an ugly tale. No bikini clad ladies.
In search of the visions in the brochures I've found black dripping mold and echos of those who've bidden a dark spirit sendoff.
So welcome aboard!
Meanwhile, I carry on.
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
Beaufort, NC.
It was not easy and I say the energy was insane. The scrunched bug-eyed look of that face watching and performing a similar feat illustrated the insanity like a house of horrors mirror. It was a bloody knuckle fight with the elements and the self and thankfully my hands still work and are not too badly scarred.
I still have all my teeth.
_____
Well, that's one way to describe November 4, 2013, described many days later many weeks later more than a month later.
On November 4, 2013 I sailed out of Newport Harbor, storm jib and double reefed main and a pretty decent northwest wind. Narragansett Bay and Newport were the cannon. The northwest wind was the explosion. I was the cannonball.
Maybe a nuclear physicist performing the same feat would use a different analogy to describe November 4th. Oppenheimer would've definitely and unapologetically flunked my ass, the dated cannon fire euphemism barely the tip of the iceberg.
Then I think, well, if Oppenheimer today is considered by many as dated old school, then what's the potential now?
It's all so dated in this philosophy.
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| I took this photo in the spring of 2009 not long after sailing out of the Ponce Inlet near Daytona Beach Florida. |
It's been an ugly trip so far and therefore it's an ugly tale. No bikini clad ladies.
In search of the visions in the brochures I've found black dripping mold and echos of those who've bidden a dark spirit sendoff.
So welcome aboard!
Meanwhile, I carry on.
Fair Winds
Captain Bill
Beaufort, NC.
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