- July 2011
Dog Days of Summer
As Shell Point Beach has settles in to the hot and windless
months of summer, road trips seem to be the correct call.
NIMBY XV, over in lovely Gulf Breeze, was a classic road trip
regatta. Our very own Professor Finney once again found a
venue that allowed us to rig and sail from the hotel. We had
contingent from over towards Fort Walton Beach, as well as
local long board legend, Steve Bogan. The Saturday long distance
racing saw at least a dozen racers make the start for a simple,
but long, run up to Santa Rosa Island. The return run was
almost straight downwind and described as hateful by some
of the less stable participants. The fact that we were rigged
at the hotel and there were plenty of the Fort Walton Beach
guys meant that, wait for it.., we actually had course racing
on Sunday! The wind had picked up a little to northeast part
of the course, so conditions allowed for some sporting races.
The racing wrapped up with a lovely poolside awards ceremony.
Hopefully Scribbles the Scribe, who scored the racing will
provide the race results, because I don’t remember (probably
blocking these things from my mind). Thanks again to Wright
for organizing the event, Perry for wrangling the marks, and
Don and Sharman and Joe Q. for providing boats with motors.
I followed up the NIMBY road trip with a quick jaunt down
to Corpus Christi. One has to time these things to see the
people you want to see and avoid the ones that you don’t
this usually means that I am only down that way in winter
time. This year I made a trip out to Padre Island National
Seashore and connected with the good folks at WorldWinds.
The place is managed by Randy and Angela Rhodes from Gulf
Breeze (the cosmic thread again) so we had a great time swapping
stories about all you guys. Fortunately, conditions were more
than suitable for a great session.
The wind was 18 to 24 from the northeast and I was powered
up nicely on a 6.5 sail and a 145 Liter board (it is so awesome
to have a shop full of rigs and boards, ready to go when you
the next day we were getting the outermost feeder bands from
TS Arlene, which was making land fall down in Mexico, which
brought rain and killed the wind. Yes you can get skunked
in Corpus Christi too, although the same system was good for
the surfers. If you get down to the Texas coastal bend, I
highly recommend swinging by WorldWinds for some great gear
We are only about a month away from Rum
n Rootbeer, August 6, 2011, which isn’t a road trip
in space, but a road trip in time! 1,000,000 Years BC when
men were men and women were women… OK so that much hasn’t
changed, but we are planning another fabulous, if historically
incorrect event, fun for kids and grown ups alike. There will
be games and prizes, friendly competition and hopefully great
weather. So mark your calendar, even though we are distorting
the space time continuum, and put on your best cave-person
garb and join us at the beach!
Respectfully submitted, W.D. Olson,
The 15th NIMBY has come and gone and a successful one it
was. The location was excellent, the hotel OK, and the participants
were awesome even though there were some registered as no
class. Four participants were from the Pensacola Fort Walton
Martini’s Friday night and Mr. Finney’s special
punch on Saturday night were delicious. The long distance
race on Saturday was grueling, up wind to get there, downwind
to get back, for those that sailed back. I bailed about
15% into the return and was rescued by Don and Sharman Board
Rescuer’s Inc. Their use of underage staff was concerning,
but they got me on board and stowed away. Major kudos to
all those who made it back; Chris, Linda, Bob A., and Jerry
along with all the local talent.
The pool at the motel soothed many an aching muscle as did
Wright’s joy juice. Many from the club went out Saturday
night for some fine cuisine and have their own stories to
Sunday morning saw the wind blowing about 10, picking up
as the morning went on. The race committee had a skippers
meeting then setup a box course which saw many people hit
the water again. Trophies were handed out Sunday about 2
and the whole thing wrapped up about 2:30pm.
The highlight for my weekend was the Sunday afternoon dinner/supper
I shared with 13 other members from the club at Crabs. The
food was good, but the company better. However, the most
exciting part for me was that his Excellency, Commodore
Bill, sat with us. My excitement came from the fact that,
in a major failing in my etiquette, I ordered before the
Commodore who was sitting right next to me, and the waitress
went around the table, with the Commodore ordering last.
When I realized my transgression, I was in fear for Commodorial
repercussions, like banishment from the kingdom or something,
but I found out that when the Commodore is hungry and amongst
“the people” he can be quit forgiving. At least,
that’s what I thought, until someone mentioned he
was without the gavel. Has anyone seen one of those movies
where a ventriloquist is controlled by the dummy, confusion
reigns as to who has the power? Beware the gavel.
Rum n Rootbeer Theme Song
This is the theme song to the upcoming Rum
and Rootbeer with the theme of “1
Million Years BC.” This is the reality
we are trying to reach. Thanks to The Jimmy Castor Bunch
for giving us this history lesson. The prose and pure symmetry
of the words may truly be appreciated by those of us steeped
in the great writers of our time such as Carl Hiaasen, Mark
Hinson, and Swami and the Festoons.
What we're gonna do right here is go back, way back, back
When the only people that existed were Troglodytes
...cave men... cave women...Neanderthals...Troglodytes.
Let's take the average cave man at home, listening to his
Sometimes he'd get up, try to do his thing.
He'd begin to move, something like this: "Dance...dance".
When he got tired of dancing alone, he'd look in the mirror:
"Gotta find a woman gotta find a woman gotta find a
woman gotta find a woman".
He'd go down to the lake where all the woman would be
swimming or washing clothes or something.
He'd look around and just reach in and grab one. "Come
He'd grab her by the hair. You can't do that today, fellas,
cause it might come off.
You'd have a piece of hair in your hand and she'd be swimming
away from you (ha-ha). This one woman just lay there, wet,
He said: "Move...move".
She got up. She was a big woman. BIG woman.
Her name was Bertha. Bertha Butt.
She was one of the Butt sisters.
He didn't care. He looked up at her and said:
"Sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it
to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it to me sock it
She looked down on him.
She was ready to crush him, but she began to like him.
She said: “I'll sock it to ya, Daddy".
He said: "Wha?".
She said: "I'll sock it to ya, Daddy".
You know what he said? He started it way back then.
I wouldn't lie to you. When she said "I'll sock it
to ya, Daddy" he said "Right on! Right on!”
Club Meeting Minutes from June, 2011 (aka Scribbles from
At 7:40 the gavel came down and his Excellency Bill called
the meeting to order. He started off by introducing a new
member, Robert Faircloth. Welcome Robert!
Linda mentioned that Mr. John Gilbert and Mr. Perry Morris
won an award for the years they have put in making the Stephen
C. Smith memorial regatta a successful event. Congratulations
to Perry and John. Though the economy is down, the generous
people at the Smith regatta donated $18,000 to the American
(Dave walked in at 7:43 and Guys cell phone rang. Nothing
gets past me except what is important!)
The chair for the Rum and Rootbeer, none other than the
scribe himself, asked for a $3,000 budget for this year’s
event. Shockingly, it was approved. The theme is 1 Million
Years BC, when Man and Dinosaurs existed together.
Mark asked if anyone has checked the tires on the trailer
lately since we are officially in hurricane season. Bill
asked Mark if he would head up the Tire Investigation Committee
(TIC). Mark said no and suggested instead that the Board
do its job and have a plan of action for moving the trailer
and taking care of it.
Linda said Hulen has graciously donated a Techno 152 to
the club and a bunch of other stuff that he had that he
felt he would no longer use. All of it is in really nice
condition. Thanks for the Donation, Hulen!
A sea turtle was found at the beach which had been hooked
by someone fishing. Cinda and Tina took the turtle to the
Gulf Specimen Rehab in Panacea. They named the turtle Sweetie
since they apparently talked to it all the way there ensuring
Sweetie s/he would be alright and probably about the dangers
of eating stuff on a hook. It’s trickier than own
a skewer. Sweetie was just thankful they weren’t thinking
of turtle soup.
Fourteen people are setup for lessons on June 25th. Lesson
demand has been very high this year and attendance excellent.
Bob Andrews, our man in charge of vice and lessons, will
be out for most of the month of July and Bob G. has agreed
to handle ONLY the lessons part of Bob A’s his responsibilities
in his absence. Everyone is responsible for their own vice
while he is gone until his return when he can coordinate
Lee presented the flag with SPSC on it, a yacht club style
flag, that can now fly proudly atop the flag pole members
erected at beautiful Shell Point. Members like to erect
Lee went on to discuss the wind talker and mentioned the
difficulty in finding equipment that can run off of solar
power. Many of the modems consume way too much power.
Someone mentioned having a kids day. Bob G. suggested having
a kids days prior to the Rum and Rootbeer. Same day, just
focus on the kids early on with the sailboards and such.
Still no concrete plans on this.
Next Board meeting July 5th at Bill’s house.
Bob G. motioned to adjourn at 8:21 and all were