Family, Fried Turkey, Nudibranchs
If there can be one day when we put our differences aside and just focus on the bounty and abundance that truly is our reality, let it be Thanksgiving! Family doesn’t mean interconnected bloodlines it means the people in your life that you are closest to!
Splotchy Water / Free Creamy Deliciousness / Change and Growth
I like the word ‘splotchy’, it sounds more watery than ‘patchy’ or ‘blotchy’. All of those words describe water clarity within 15 miles in the Gulf of Mexico recently. Not that we have a huge sample size of dives to base that on, but I did speak with Melody’s hubby Dan today who flies Collier’s med-evac helicopter. It’s very informative to get aerial reports from pilots that fly over the water, they can see the clarity from the sky far better than we can from a boat!
One Fish Two Fish, Sticks & Stones, Under Pressure:
One Fish, two fish, small fish, medium fish, large fish. Those are the three size classifications for anyone doing the Great Goliath Grouper Count. It takes place annually the first two weeks of June throughout the state and divers are the force that gets ‘er done! I’m looking forward to meeting Mike Sippos, who in communicating with him, seems as cool as his job title is long.
Preparation’D’, Media Schmeedia, Anomalies Becoming Normality's
Implementing Preparation ’D’ is far better than having to apply Preparation ‘H’! According to the dictionary ‘prepare’ means: to get (something) ready for use or consideration. Of course the D means diving! We generally make a push this time of the year to motivate you guys to get your gear serviced now as opposed to just a few days before you plan on using it.
Timing is everything!
I have been contemplating that sentence hard for a couple of weeks now. It certainly applies in small little ways: You’re short on time and you pull into the drive thru because you’re starving and there’s nobody in line. By the time you pull away with your food there are six cars in line now. Or you’re at the buffet (remember those?) contemplating whether you want to try the dry, crusty looking chicken and the attendant walks up and replaces that tray with a fresh tray of delicious juicy chicken.
Election Baby, Louisiana Curse, Rays Comeback?
‘Election baby’ not in the sense of -- ‘damn I can’t wait for that election, baby.’ No, I’m an election baby. I was born November 3, 1964, the same day that London B Johnson destroyed Barry Goldwater to win the presidency. I guess it didn’t really matter who won since John F Kennedy was assassinated almost a year prior. I’m not a political historian but it seems to me that he was possibly the best president we ever had in that, JFK was a progressive thinker, a people uniter and beloved by a large majority.
Why Cant We Be Friends? Masters of Rationalization, Fish-anasia
‘War’ asks that riveting question way back in 1975 (when sex was still safe and diving was dangerous). Why Can’t We Be Friends?? My favorite lyricist-philospher Neil Peart answers that rhetorical question in Rushs’ 1981 song ‘Witch Hunt’: Quick to judge, Quick to Anger, But Slow to Understand… Ignorance and Prejudice and Fear Walk Hand In Hand.