FINALLY, a DECENT HEAT WAVE

THE LAND-PEOPLE ARE COMPLAINING, I know.  No doubt the electrical grid is heavily burdened by the umpteen air conditioners operating at full tilt.  A general disgruntled muttering motif orates of understandable to incomprehensible grunting irk, good to horrible diction, the mantra, "We've gone from winter to summer, NO SPRING!".

Ah, but then I could simply subconsciously be pinning my lazy Blogster habits to humanity at large.  The last time I posted on this blog was this past winter and now it is summer.

Ah but yesterday I listened to one of my favorite jazz pieces, " Equinox ", by John Coltrane, a song that in my opinion, has some of the sweetest piano playing ever recorded.  Thank you McCoy Tyner.

Okay, if we did not have a spring in these parts, then a listening to Coltrane's" Equinox " fills the gap?

That probably wouldn't hold up in Court, and may illustrate to you reading this why I chose to be a boat captain and not a lawyer.

Sailing onboard Albin Vega 27 "Freya" on Narragansett Bay a few miles northwest of the Newport Bridge, late June, 2018.  Photo by Captain Bill Podzon.  Sailing Hither and Thither.

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In May of 2018, Team Brunel won the Volvo Ocean Race Newport Stopover In-Port race

Team Brunel crossing the finish line first, to win the Volvo Ocean Race Newport Stopover In-Port race.  Photo by Captain Bill Podzon.  Sailing Hither and Thither.

Volvo Ocean Race, Newport.  Team Mapfre .   Photo by Captain Bill Podzon.  Sailing Hither and Thither.


Volvo Ocean Race, Newport.  Turn the Tide on Plastic.  Photo by Captain Bill Podzon.  Sailing Hithercongratulations
The Volvo Ocean Race, Newport, had no heat wave, but was a wonderful event, again.  And congratulations to Dongfeng in winning the 2017-2018 Volvo Around the World Ocean Race!

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Coming up to today, July 6, the heat wave carries on, saying "did ja miss me?", carries on through annual fireworks in Newport with the barge set up just north of Fort Adams, through impromptu fireworks firing off's in Bristol (a nice display I say even for what appeared a home job) where after it was over, a girl yells, " That was wicked pissah!". Yup, deep in the heart of old Rhode Island, New England. Southeastern New England, where thankfully the local vernacular thrives amidst the ongoing attempt at mass homogenization.

Until next time, whenever that will be, per personal inspiration, thanks for reading.

Fair Winds
Captain Bill

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