Long Neglected Sextant

May 2

Finally decided to drag out the old sextant last night (this is a completely wholesome activity, Cal) to attempt relearning celestial navigation. Besides having to knock off great chunks of rust, discovered that someone had moved all the stars. Put 'em back! Oh, never mind, these probably work, too. Have now figured out a few useful ones, so tonight's the night (also a punch line to semi- clean joke, thanks Pat). Feel pretty confident about finding the correct ocean.

Show of hands. How many out there think fish, cheese and whipped eggs is a little piece of heaven? OK, the three hands probably belong to people who had a grouper omelet at the now defunct pier restaurant across intra-coastal from The Seafood Shack, south of Bradenton. It was delicious, but can't hold a candle to fresh marlin and cheddar. It is exquisite. Bet you won't find one of these babies on St. Pete Beach at the Frog Pond.

Based on SSB net check-ins, Anthem is the only boat making good speed with decent wind. Who was that wretched miscreant who decried remaining so far north? Tie him to a grate for flogging. All hands lay aft to witness punishment. Who? Oh, well, in that case I probably just misspoke. Never mind.

Jack