MW Mobile Blog
For friends, family and the random search engine visitor. This blog started as an experiment in mobile blogging from my Palm TREO 600, 700, Prē, HTC Evo, Samsung 5, Pixel 3, Pixel 6 Pro. Now it serves as a simple repository of favorite activities. Expect bad golf, good fishing, great sailing, eating, drinking, adventure travel, occasional politics and anything else I find interesting along the way including, but not limited to, any of the labels listed here...
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abalone
Africa
Africa Tour
America's Cup
art
Azores
baja
baseball
bass
beer
Botswana
Burkina Faso
Cabo
Cape Town
Caribbean
Cascais
Chicago
China
Chitwan
critters
Cubs
da bears
Dogon
drink
Egypt
Escanaba River
Ethiopia
Family
Fishing
Five Forties
food
forestry
France
From the Terrace
Ganges River
golf
Gualala River
Hawaii
Himalayas
hunting
ice fishing
India
Japan
Jordan
Kathmandu
kayak
Kobe
Kyoto
Lake Kariba
Lincoln Park
London
Mali
Mexico
Michigan
Monterey
Morpheus
Morpheus Atlantic Passage
Nepal
New Delhi
Niger River
Osaka
Pacific
panorama
Paris
pike
politics
Portugal
protests
rainbow
Ranthambore
recipe
river
Russian Hill
ryokan
Sahara Desert
Sailing
salmon
San Francisco
Sea Ranch
Senegal
SF Power Tour
Sharp Park
South Africa
spider
sunrise
sunset
Tech
Thanksgiving
The Golf War
Timbuktu
Travel
trout
tuna
UNESCO World Heritage Site
Varanasi
WTF
yooper
Zambezi River
Zimbabwe
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5 comments:
Woo Hoo - good going !
great start!!
regarding the power. are you sure the lights have not been turned off on each fixture? try the pull chains for each light . I noticed when we were there the only light on was the outside light, and had to turn them on separately with the chains. the outside bulb might be burnt out.
rac
oops, nevermind..... just realized what was in that first picture. powerline not clothesline.
looks like you will need to charge boat battery on deck, like the old days.... dad will remember when..
rac
There is no way I can prove this and you are free to doubt it, but it is an actual fact: The very moment I saw the subject line of this post, that exact song started running through my head. The John Lee Hooker version. It hasn't stopped yet. I take it as a sign.
Jeff,
Completely believable and not very surprising. That particular ditty is well known in psychiatric circles as the "Alcoholic's Theme Song". It is always there - just below the conscious level - for any and all real soaks. For me, the George Thorogood version is a bit closer to the surface.
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