Our dear friend and mate, Don, became the Commodore of our yacht club this year. The Anacapa Yacht Club Commodore's Ball was last night and Jay and I were feeling sad to have to miss Don's main event and such a grand affair.

In our absence we sent a small gift. Don loves baseball caps so Jay decided we should have one made up that said "Commodore Don" underneath the AYC logo, as well as the year 2014. (Thank you to Lisa Rizzo of Custom Embroidery in Ventura!) Jay also wrote this poem below and sent it along. It was read to him at the party.

The picture above is of Don and his wife, Bobbi, at the Commodore's Ball with his new hat. Congratulations Don!

COMMODORE DON

There once was a Commodore Don
Who in Mexico was called Senor Don
For reasons unknown
He hasn’t yet shown
Why some folks called him “ Don Juan.”

In San Diego he was oh so helpful
always finding the correct little widget
Bobbi came down
Don was not found
Perhaps it was a conjugal visit.

In Ensenada we found Guadalupe
Not a lady, but a beautiful valley
The sun really shined
Cause Guadalupe made wine
And Senor Don was again quite happy.

In Turtle Bay we were in search of some tail
Lobster, that is, to no avail
His Spanish was not so bueno
When in search of Langosta
He could only say “ How much it costa ?”
And found some although not quite on sale.

In Santa Maria we were very gamey
We were all feeling somewhat zany
We jumped in the bay
washed the salt away
and traded pepsi for more langosta.

The curse of the fish
was one special wish
Senor Don never caught one at sea.
When suddenly he yelled, “Neutral real fast
I think I’ve got a big one at last!”

We made it to Cabo sailing all night
Ran out of fuel with the Arch just in sight
What do we do? as we bled the fuel lines
Screw it, we sail, and we did that just fine.

Off to the end of the journey for Don
No more morning shouts of “El Tiburon!”
The coffee’s not the same
We miss shouting your name
“Buenos Dias our dear Senor Don.”