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Happy Summertime on the Upper Chesapeake Bay!

Let’s all knock on wood and hope for great weather, long weekends, and boats that don’t break. Now wouldn’t that be
wonderful! Please keep in mind that as non-boating humans plan events this summer off the water and up in the country
you have the right to say NO! And just explain it’s not personal.

APPARENTLY, I AM A PARROT HEAD MAKING YOUR SUMMER… A REALLY, REALLY, REALLY LONG SUMMER!

Over the years I have seen my summers fly by. When you’re always out and always having fun and love what you do for a living, the years move quickly. But not as quick as my summers do. So, over the years I have developed an idea
that generally leads to a rather long summer. Here is the idea:

On the first day of summer, walk into a bank with a toy gun. Hand the teller a note explaining this is not a bank robbery, this is a toy gun but please call the police immediately! Once the alarms go off lay down on the ground and put your hands behind your head and wait for the police! Yup by the time you see the judge summer should be long gone and that should have been your longest summer ever!

Happy Summertime on the Upper Chesapeake Bay!

Let’s all knock on wood and hope for great weather, long weekends, and boats that don’t break.

Now wouldn’t that be wonderful!

Please keep in mind that as non-boating humans plan events this summer off the water and up in the country you have the right to say NO!

And just explain it’s not personal.

Then invite them to one of the many wonderful boat dealers in the upper bay area who can “show them the way”. Change their non-boating mentality and probably even extend their life just a bit. Find them a whole lot of new and cool friends and maybe even get them out on a dance floor or two way later than they have stayed awake in years!

Think of the Bank of Bad Habits they can learn to make deposits into!

Your Next!

Over the years at the marina people have walked up to me and asked if I can launch their boat. I always tell them
that they are next.

I used to have an old aunt that would say “yoooooou’re next” when we all attended family weddings.

She would point her finger at me and say, “yooooou’re next…yooooou’re next.”

Do you know how I got her to stop doing it? I started doing it to her at funerals! “yooooou’re next…yooooou’re next.” …Sadly, she actually was!

SO, A ROPE WALKS INTO A BAR

After a long day on the docks, this rope walks up to the bartender and asks for a beer! The bartender explains, “we
don’t serve rope here”.

So, the rope walks out, goes to the side door, comes back in, and asks for a beer. The bartender
once again explains, “we don’t serve rope here.”

Saddened the rope walks out, goes to the back door, and tries once again to no avail.

Upset and angry the rope walks
out and starts throwing itself around, twisting and falling apart.

Finally, the now unwound rope walks back into the bar
and asks for a beer. The bar looks, looks bewildered then asks, “Hey, aren’t you that rope?”

“I am a frayed knot!

THREE AND A HALF MINUTES

I have a strong belief that Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird” would have been the undisputed best Rock and Roll
song ever! If they would have just stopped playing and let the song end at three and a half minutes. But they didn’t… they just kept on playing!

Oh well… so instead that “Stairway to Heaven” song got to win all the Memorial Weekend 500 countdowns! Fact for the day — Robert Plant wrote Led Zeppelin’s showcase tune at the tender age of 22.

Jim’s Red Crab Soup Recipe

1 Lb. of hand-picked crab claw meat (cannot be machine picked)

1 Lb. top or bottom roast (make sure it has the fat)

1 16oz jar of Ragu meat flavored spaghetti sauce

3 Lbs. of frozen mixed vegetables

Old Bay to taste!

Cube beef and place in two inches a boiling water.

Boil beef for ½ hour. Add spaghetti sauce and mixed veggies.

Add two jars of water from the empty spaghetti jars.

Bring to a boil and add Crab meat and Old Bay to taste.

Cook until the vegetables are “tender.


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