Above photo taken by Steve Domjan at the Bowl. Thank you Steve, you could have been sailing you

  • Above photo taken by Steve Domjan at the Bowl. Thank you Steve, you could have been sailing yourself instead of taking photos of me.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

We ARE All Gonn’a Die!


But if you have half a brain, you knew that already.
And what is really point? It’s not about how you die.

It’s about how you live.

If you lived this last week, on the East Coast: you wouldn’t know that.
America’s new religion is Panic. And oh so many of you have focused your attention on the flickering alter of the short attention span. The technological trinity: of Television, Internet, and PDA’s. Unfortunately, our elected officials have shown the same level of panic that a 3 year old does when a spider crawls on their shoulder for the first time.
First I watched the world yet again, panic as our government attempted to hold the country hostage for the sake of Political Theater. Then an irrelevant company attempted to make itself relevant, by passing judgment on our Government’s fiscal stability. This led the panic lovers to misuse some short term insignificant statistics. So instead of talking about a 2 or 3 percent Market Correction. We were subject to tales of 600 point catastrophes.

Our nation no longer has the ability to put things in perspective. We make long term decisions based of short term information.

Next up:  the National disasters…an earthquake in Virginia. What a surprise; it could be felt all up and down the Appalachian Mountain Chain. Did no one take high school geology? And now we have Irene. “The most terrifying storm I have ever seen from space” was the quote. Does it matter that this astronaut has never witnessed a hurricane from space before? Apparently not. For the last two days we have been bombarded with inaccurate computer models. The evacuation orders have been issued; transit canceled! Enough!

It has been an enlightening week for me.

On Wednesday I ruined my Blackberry. I will admit that it had me frazzled for a day or two. On Thursday I was able to get it to work for a few seconds. I saw 48 text messages. I don’t know who you were. But I can’t; and I am not returning your e-mails. I am free. I am not going to die. I am going to live.

Thursday I windsurfed in Chatham. Chatham is beautiful; the water is clear; the swell was clean. It was great. Right up until the part when I fell and split open my lip. I admit it I was pretty upset.

Yep 50
I was in Chatham to celebrate my parents 50th Wedding Anniversary. I knew there would be pictures, and I did not want to mess up the photo’s. Turns out I didn’t need stitches. They basically used surgical grade crazy glue.

Mom and Dad
Friday we went fishing. My brother Joe, his son Sam, my cousin Charles, dad and I.  What a glorious morning. We caught and released way too many bluefish. Dad caught the only keeper striped bass. Seems the world was not coming to an end.  I was reminded of how special the day was when we were visited by three humpback whales.

That afternoon Joe, Sam, Lauralee and I kicked back while my Father took the rest of my relatives out for a sail. He must have been exhausted. But elated that at the same time he could share his time with all his family. And that is really what this is all about, isn’t it? Today was able to spend the day trading stories with my Family. Did we care about anything else? What else is there really?

Tomorrow I’ll check the surf to see if it is surfable. I’ll check the wind to see if I can go windsurfing. And next week…I guess I’ll have to get a new Blackberry.

But what really matters? Happy Anniversary; Mom and Dad. 



6 comments:

Anonymous said...

nice frank, whales!
where'd ya sail?

drysuit2 said...

lizinI Sailed from Forest Beach Thursday.
The whales were just south of Monomoy on Friday morning. Turns out it was best that I am here. My home was in a mandatory evacuation zone. The wind is a little gusty right now, but should moderate soon. Surf is real messy, but I will probably windsurf this afternoon.

McPhilly said...

Excellent post. A classic. And you know in the past we used to look to sail before and after nights like this.

Anniversary get together Looks like a really special and memorable family event. Sorry your brother is sick at such a time, or anytime, for that matter.

Otherwise, didn't know you were up there this week, tried to call to see if you and LL needed a place, since they ordered and evacuation North Shore spots from 10 ft and below to sea level.

Alright, off to walk the dog, as it will soon be time for tea!

drysuit2 said...

Thanks Phil. I should be back tomorrow. Ironically, Segue is on the hard right now; so I hope she didn't fall over. Too gusty to sail today. Maybe I'm just getting old.

McPhilly said...

F. Don't have my phone to text you. But our community has lost a great brother, Joe Rocco. Tragically, Sunday afternoon, he drowned in Bellport Bay. It seems he must have gotten knocked unconscious, by the mast or boom or board in a SW/W/NW wind that just exploded from 25 to gusting to 60. (It was W/NW 45-60 on Manhasset Bay at the time.)

drysuit2 said...

Joe was "the Mayor" of Heckscher. He sailed well into his 60’s. Always sailing when it was good, with one of the most beautiful, consistent jibes, you have ever witnessed. He was one of the earliest champions of access for our sport. I learned a lot from him, had a lot of laughs with him, and will miss him dearly. I know he’s out there somewhere fully planning on his 4.7…