It’s 10 O’clock, do you know where your grandparents are?

Truth is the grandkids are just fine and aren’t worried about their grandparents as they are 3, 3, .2, and .2 years old, but if they ever get curious it will be nice for them to know their grands were out fishing, big time.  Naturally we have the pictures to prove it.  Hopefully it will…

Fishing Eve – A Little Trip Down Memory Lane.

We were walking down the dock the other afternoon and a panga had tied up to the dock. The folks on the panga were busy cleaning fish, lots of fish.  We’re talking Tuna and Dorado — the pinnacle of fish for fine dining, beautiful creatures being filleted with expert hands. Those hands were attached to…

All things Cuban

Statistically speaking, it’s the autumn of my life, over 60 and doing things I never believed would happen.  Nothing wrong with that. I find myself really happy to be away from the US as I don’t want to hear about the Tea Party, the Democrats, Republicans or other political tempests. I do believe, however that…

Something’s in the air

There really is something in the air, something you can’t feel, taste, or examine but you know something is there, something that hasn’t been there for the last few months.  It is intangible, people are acting differently, even clueless tourists are starting to take notice. The Marina guards are walking around, noticeably standing taller, with…

Croc at the Dock

There’s a croc at our dock and I dunno what to do He watches us come and go just staring at you no expression on his face just a big wide grin and an occasional swish of his long bony fin He’s not there every day might even be a girl So I’m walking on…

Sittin By the Crock of the Bay / An Irreverent Blog

The title is attributed to Larry Myers, Myers Engineering, a solid and dear friend, aficionado of fine cigars, and purveyor of amusing stories. However, Darrell is writing “Crock at the Dock” which is about the cocodrillo. He’s just slower about writing than I am. I was sitting by the dock of the bay, watching the…