a continuing story

It is hard to speak of sailing.  How many people really want to sail " The Ocean Blue " ?  The answer is, many want to sail.  My answer is let them try!  The " Idea " of sailing represents a type of history and freedom that myths and dreams are made of.  If I bring forward a list of great Captains, Warriors, Pirates and Explorers, We all hold our breath!  If a husband and wife build a dream on the " Illusion " of building and sailing that boat together and sailing to points unknown!!  A myth is born!  Does that make or break the relationship they built together on the ribs or the foundation of a dream they just might not be able to fulfill together?  That depends! I have been fortunate to witness varibles of all of the above!                                     Time is a funny, relative, and an important aspect to sailing.  My first thought as a navigator is that the prime meridian runs through England.  My second funny thought is that most people I have sailed with think that they are going to arrive at their destination on some kind of " their " schedule!  As a sailor of boats, hopefully using the wind to allow the boat to be blown and in no particular hurry to get from point " A " to point "B ", unless food and water are becoming an issue, I think that the vessel itself finds the port of call that ( with a good skipper ) it needs to replenish ( revitalize ) itself as if it was alive!  So you sea?  The vessel has an identity!  I love sailing into places where another sailor looks me square in the eyes and says, " Give Way ". as if I was a racing sailor instead of a blue water sailor in the bay of islands N.Z.  The wind was fair.  The D"of Marlboro tried to put " Wind-I-Go " on a lee shore!  " Nice try", as " The All Blacks- Rugby Team N.Z speak of!  Nice try! but no dice!  I didn't even realize this guy owned the pub on Russel Island, N.Z.  His pub is called , The Duke " and his boat is called the " Duchess " !  I call him "  Prick "!  The Bay of Islands is a way cool place to sail into except the year we did!  60 + winds!  Boats aground.  We needed motor to irons to drop sail on Christmas day and cleared customs on boxing day, the 26th of Dec.  Just another several stories!  Ha!  Arrughhh, matey!

Anomaly, triganomitry, longitude and new frontiers!

      So What?  Math you say!  Mother Earth  is flat!  Ask anyone, they will tell you!  And you will believe.  How big is an ocean and how big is a ship called Earth?  Sailing through a universe so vast that I as a small entity, like a knat, see and saw a horizon line.  I have kept time to a cosmic dance that has allowed me to find a place in space where I am comfortable!  I have sailed with people that are filled with love.  Mistakes were made but they really were not!!  A boat slowed in a convection of current and wind as we all have but not like I have!  Because all blue water sailors have this one thing in common, arrive at the target that you set sail for!  I have never not made the destination or target that skipper or navigator have set before us all.  This is not braggidacio.  The truth of the matter is I am the guy you want on your boat simply because I can stand a watch, read a compass and chart, cook and make bread, and take a reading off the sextant, make alcohol and greet chiefs in villages only to announce in very explosive grammer my Captain, God incarnate, who has the power to water your garden!  I would like to connect this story with a boat I sailed with my dear friends Judy and Mark on a boat called, "Sea Rover" !  Mark is a marine surveyor, with another friend of mine named Ward.  I met Mark in San Diego, California.  A place called " Shelter Island " Rock and Roll is another name for a penisula off of Corinado Island! I had delivered a boat named " Weird " and anchored off rock and roll!  I could go on and on about all this but I won't!  I sailed with Mark and Judy to Maui.  To this day Judy, I have never seen or been around anyone who could puke 19days and 16 hours and be alive at the end of the journey.  God I love you.  Judy, when you gave me a pack of camel cigerettes in Samoa.  You blew my mind!  Can you believe we looked at Christmas Island and could not make it ?  Ward and Jackie lived there!!  But oh what fun we had on fanning!  Surf city! 

Less Is More-Tea for The Tillerman

       Here lies Lester Moore, four slugs from a forty-four, no Les, no Moore!   More or less!         The vessle's name is " Wierd"! As in whiskey-indian-echo-romeo-delta.  Owner Mike, was bringing her home from Thailand, where he had had her built.  This teak-decked fiberglass hull, 40' sloop with an American Samoan  registry , needed crew to deliver her to San Diego from the Ala Wai, Oahu, Hawaii.  I answered the ad and signed on as first mate and navigator.  I met Mike and his wife at "The Chart House".  For those who aren't familiar with this resturante/bar, it has great pupus ( hawaiian for finger foods) that are free with drinks during Happy Hour.  My first clue that things might go south is when Mike told me he and his wife would buy one drink and were living off the excellant food offered by " The Chart House" !  Less is more.  No money, fully fed! Mike picked up  other crewmembers which he charged to sail to the Mainland.  Paying crew.  The four-cylindyer, volkswagen deisel blew off Lanai!  Of course we were in a tropical downpour at the time.  You needed a hardhat to avoid blackeyes or braindamage!  We limp back to Oahu under sail and run agound at Keihei lagoon!  Needless to say that when the Coast Guard towed us to their dock our crew vanished without even asking for a refund.  Captain scores!  Less is more.  Mike can't afford the price he was quoted for the engine repair.  When he didn't listen to me and ran us aground at the entrance to Kehei I could have left him to his own devices.  I like sailing.  So when he asked me if I would consider sailing without a motor from Hawaii to San Diego in Febuary, I had to think about it!!!   So I thought about it for a long time!  It actually became a  fork in, not just my life but in Jack's also!  He decided to sail with me and the owner, three people, leaving Hawaii to San Diego in February without a motor.!!!  Oh!  What fun!                                                                                                                                      

Doctor Hyde and Mr Jyekel/ Robert Louis Stevenson

      It was a lousy year but a good year.  Sailing led some major creating artists to abandon the culture and lifestyle their piers thought were importente!  Sorry my limited Spanish got away from me!  And of course, a thought process and their health but I really love Gougan's pastels of naked polyneiseians!  And the man who wrote, some will say, after doing cocaine, while in the hospital suffering from whatever, a book that is totally out of character relative to everything else he had written!   Hell people!  What do you think?  I, personally am a gemini!  Yea, steriotypic, the twins!  I never saw it that way but what do I know?  I'm the guy who reads the books great guys and girls write.  So Stevenson gets buried on an island of Samoa, near a city named Apia.  People who visit Samoa don't even realize what Samoa is about!  Why should they?  America runs Pago Pago. Pronounced Pongo-Pongo!   It is called American Samoa.  New Zealand ( oh! What a powerful country! )  lets say owns or monitors an island and  The hotel, Aggie Gray's,  in a city called, Apia, Samoa.  So what the hell is the island of Savai?  Oh yea, it is the Kingdom of Samoa!  Now here is the real story!  How do you get permission to sail to a country that has a king?  He, the king, already realizes that you, the traveler/trader have a history of lies and  broken promises!  AND and this is a big AND!  A word called, shush-aculteration.......So there it is!  Everyone on the face of the Earth are racest!  SP!  I will bet you that no matter who your father is he does not want his daughter or son marrying outside of his/hers ethnic heiritage!  So you can alternate or transpose the ethnic/cultural names I am about to place exactly where they belong-on the killing floor!  so matey or mate as they say down under, Gid day! What does that mean? Now, if I said, "it depends", I could sound like a bloody politician! So here is the deal, the real deal!!! A prick is a prick! They come in all shapes and colors! They ( liars, destorters of the truth ) love lying! I have found while sailing on the oceans of this world that the countries, islands and people that I have been fortunate to spend time with have opened my eyes to an understanding that people are wonderful but governments suck! I knew that already so I went deep into the ocean. I found a truth. My wish is that we can survive the bullshit government serves us as a survival plan against a common foe they chose! Who is the enemy? Sociology 101!!!! I swear to you, people of the world, If anyone would listen, I would print the same phoney money the U.S. is printing and build a subway sandwich shop in Salt Lake City , Utah and serve coffee! I'm running out of gas but not story imput. I've sailed into precarious places and enjoyed the many diversified cultures I visited. I've learned that an asshole is an asshole regardless of race, position, creed or color! Welcome to the world that even Captain James Cook sailed under! Where's my grog?

Kauai, Hawaii....New Century

      I guess I could be disappointed if I landed at Lihue today?  Maybe in a short period of time a lot has changed!!  To the people who lived through the two hurricanes, tourism overtaking agriculture as the #1 industry,  the developement of a new Hanalei and the ramifications of what all this means- it was gradual.  I'm laughing inside as I am writing this because.....  I am afraid !  I believe it was Stienbeck who wrote, " When one tries to recapture the fires of the past, one often returns to find ashes"!  It could have been Hemingway!  I moved to Kalaheo, Kauai from Waimea, Oahu in 1968.  Kaneshiro Camp.  Red clay, cold mossy showers, $ 15 a/month rent, Tommy and Johnnie, two local brothers beating each other up each night and making up the next morning only, to repeat the same scenario again and again!  Across from them lived Tom ( guitar ) and Sheily with Stan ( the harmonica man ) playing deep southern blues  The camp is gone.  Ralph Young lived there.  So did Larry Byfield.  Larry died this year. Damn it! Ralph lives on and has managed to combine the southernmost island of polynesia with the northernmost! (another story)..  Imagine this picture.  I land at Lihue X.  I don't recognize anything!  I have a nice 6'8' tri-fin Brewer in a shoulder- over/ board bag!  My back pack in tow, my thumb is out!  I called no-one and of course he answered!!.  What am I going to see when I get a ride?  So!  Is it memory row or is it time to make some new ones?  Time will tell!  One thing about Kauai-- I know I won't be disappointed!!  Valdez is coming!!!!

Arrh, mateys, the rum has me now

       I have been blessed, to have had the oppurtnity to sail, not all; but a small portion of the largest ocean of this world!  The Pacific Ocean is vast and those who sail on that water are above what is below!  You think I joke!?  I know what I am speaking of and I also have the knowledge of what I am speaking against!  People of this world have inheirant qualities that define the essence of their very being.  We trade, we laugh, we enjoy each others individuallity!  Who says what is good or right?  Simple Government.  It's funny to me when one day you are a freedom fighter and the next day you become a pirate!  Overnight.  Yea.  You think right now, that this asshole doesn't have a leg to stand on.  Historically I'll kick your ass!  But really what I don't want to do is that-but fuck with me and I will destroy you.  See-I am a pirate.  It's a thought process. I sailed not the seven seas but the world outside of a complacency.  I wanted to sea if the ocean really covered as much space as the flat round ball on my wall matched my imagination!  A pirate is anybeing.  To " question", to "Go against the Flow", to " Think Outside the Box". To " Dream".!!!  When a country declares " WAR" on another country pirates are born!  Peace is determinined by governments?  I think not!!!  All historical pirates only became pirates when the particular governments came into an equation of peace.  So, overnight without a cellphone peace between territoral governments had entered into a treaty or agreement that I, a sailor, citizen, with God country at heart must honor.  To a degree, I might add.  Secretly, under the table, continually, take ships from France and Spain and their treasures but if caught England did not condon this extreme act of piracy.  So what has changed?  Nothing.  Why should it?  It works.  What I despize are the lies!  Graft, payola!  Whoop the fucking doo, Simoncy allows a catholic to pay for his way to heaven.  Ask " the pope"  he'll tell you all about Peter and how he's" The Rock"!  I really have no fondness for certain parts of the history of man.  What Catholics are not honing up to about " The Inquisition", 400 years with another 100 from Spain is unacceptable.  Who are or were the pirates?  Thief of hearts!  What are " The Dark Ages"?  Check your country out now!  Welcome to piracy of the lowest order.  Remember King George, the turd, sorry the third!  Boston ( not my favorite place ) tea party, taxation without representation?  Welcome to today!  Who said, "History can not repeat itself" ?  Not me.  Welcome to my world fellow PIRATE!!!  arrh matey!!!

sailin or sailaway!

        I always thought about thought.  Thinkinking about words.  Win one thinks about two, one is married!  I thought about two but it became four.  I sailed away but did I?  Did I sail towards or away from?  Sea?  I don't see what befailed me!  Now I live in------the land of where you are.  I have traveled. Oh so far!  To  a place that seemed so near and yet is distance, itself,  befriended me, So back on the shelf to begin again a thing I abhor, to run aground on a distant shore, Where love itself is on a shore where all Sirens meow to sailors and find a want that Homer spoke of!  The tales of gods in the plural , the Cycolops. Neptunes world!  The equater of the earth itself, Is nothing more than thought itself and I always thought about thought!! And then I forgot.................Not