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Always fun to stumble on to something that had been tucked away for whatever reason...like this web-log...

Suppose in generations past this stage of life, 'middle age' or however you want to describe plusfifty, was a more settled time less subject to changes of any sort...or was it? Know that the two plus years since I've posted here have seen enormous changes for me personally...that may just be my nature, as any two consecutive of my past years were probably fraught with change as well, but not like this pair;

Fortunate in that I knew all of my grandparents quite well, being among the older of the 'next' generations for them, and blescursed that I am with my minutia memory, I can compare their lives at my age approximately for some kind of perspective of inter-generational middle-age, (MA)...

Leaving out the traditional life changing events, the births, deaths, tragedies, etc., I have to note that being MA now is way more different that in the fifties and sixties and seventies...a 'duh' statement, I know, but now time for some relevant comparison.

Hurricane in Maine

Friday morning...will there be a debate? will there be a deal? will I get to go the the rocknbowl to see rico and the stringbeans? Now that's what I'm really concerned about; got three blue tarps nailed taut, three "adjustments" and two quotes for hispanic shingling this week, all courtesy of Gustav; meeting with another roofer at 1 today...

left at shrimp, right at redfish

Cocodrie, LA
Camp PMarine
What a nice place...kept wandering around the "camp" and marvelling, yes, actually marvelling at how the place simply worked: dish towels fell to hand in the kitchen area; how the pantry doors hinged to open, exposing another split row that hinged open to access the fixed shelves in the rear; how the large lined garbage bin, would slide out, easily accessable to the what ever was chopped and discarded on the large island, where two chopping boards and a block of cutlery stood out and ready for some chopping action...as I planned to do some of the cooking, I couldn't have been more pleased with the layout;
Met, Mark Robicheaux, WSJ &
Steve Johnson, Nature Conservancy;
Re-visited:
Delbert
Steve
All the Wells, inc. Noah
Contingent Louis, featuring Albert;
Capt. Bowman, who helped Hermann manuever between the pilings; never a doubt here;
met: Thomas McClian, lockport;
Arrived to real shrimp spaghetti, done absolutely right (with the really fresh shrimp added to the simmering sauce as the heat is turned off) along with a day-old scratch fresh seafood gumbo;

The food bar was set high, befitting the Olympics atmosphere of the weekend; as I had committed to preparing breakfast for the assembly Saturday, I knew that the menu I'd planned should clear without a problem;
tbc

left at shrimp, right on redfish

Cocodrie, Louisiana

16:30

Full throttle Friday

Seldom is passion best
as rest is stolen slumber
Nesting when can
soar begets watching when
can do

new eyes for the skies

Flying has always been a passion/fantasy, whether in a airliner window seat, superman style (love those ultra rare exhilirating dreams where you just s o a r), but especially in small planes; solo'd a 1964 Cessna 150 sumthin sumthin years ago, but flown little since; this life stage has me looking upward again, and coupled with my promotion of locals doing eye-opening coastal fly-overs, I've been up a few times lately. My eyesight is a concern, as a ten year old radial kero something or other procedure on my right eye for distance has petered out; Friday last I was fitted with contacts in possible preparation for another eye procedure, and they seemed to help, allowing me to see clearly near and far; important to see the gauges as well as other air traffic, eh? Bolstered by good eye eye news and armed with a spare hundred dollar bill and no bad habits to blow it on, I called for one 23 year old helicopter instructor and commercial fixed wing pilot Jessica, whom I'd met during a recent trip to the airport to oversee the Leadership Terrebonne class of 2008 Coastal Fly-Over; alas, Jessica wasn't available for a flight, so instructor Bryan had to do; after a quick trip to Larose to pick up a customer check, which somewhat justified my flying binge, where I also picked up one Doug Cheramie, who had challenged me to buy him lunch when I had stopped by the local radio station, the Ragin Cajun, to invite on air host and friend Kirk Cheramie to lunch; Kirk couldn't make it, so Doug and I did the buffet at Jenny's Balcony; Doug is a political animal and uber LSU fan, and knows everyone on the bayou, and lunch with him is an elongated affair, as he works the room with small talk and tidbits. Told Doug I was going flying that afternoon, and he acted like he'd like to go, said he'd like to see the Lafourche levee from the air; a call to Bryan to see if the 4 place Cessna 172 was available found it to be, so I invited Doug along; never know when you will need Tiger tickets...

next: Full throttle and damned if the eyes didn't work!

WWL TV news clip (dig the barges in the background)

Check out this link: ttp://www.wwltv.com/video/news-index.html?nvid=259947&shu=1

Maya Me and Windell