View from the Vice BobbyG
The view from down here is interesting. I was the vice
once before, but not before I knew vice, but about the
same time Sarah Palin tried to become vice. I’m
vice once again because of the advice given to me by the
godfather, who used a device called the telephone to be
concise in what he wanted to do. Is that precise enough
for y’all to follow?
Frankly, this new Commodore has a lot of interesting things
he wants to do this year at the club meetings. There will
be presentations and discussions about all kinds of windsurfing
and Shell Point related stuff, and the more of you that
are there, the more interesting the discussions will be.
Perry spoke about the Keys trip last time, and even though
most of us in attendance have been to the Keys, it was
great to hear about how the trip got started, how Chuck
got elevated to Swami, and how we finally ended up at
Fiesta Key. Wish more of the originators were there and
I wish more of the originals were still going to the Keys.
Uh-oh, I’m going to break out in a songs “When
you wish upon a star; Makes no difference who you are;
Anything your heart desires; Will come to you”.
Good thing you couldn’t hear me sing it.
Being the vice, as some of you know, means you have not
much to do, like Joe Biden or Florida’s Lieutenant
Governor. However, at the end of my term, I chair the
Christmas party and challenge the Commodore to feats of
strength challenges at Festivus. I think it will be a
sailboard race. If I give Mark a 2.0 sail and not tell
him the course, I have a slim chance of beating him.
I will be tracking your vices throughout the year, so,
please, give me something to write about!
Club Meeting, Jan 14, 2014
. . .by sub-scribe BobbyG (don’t want Bill to get
blamed for this mess)
Just when you think you’re out they pull you back
in. In Bill’s second assignment as scribe (his first
was the board meeting), he had to travel out of town so
I’m filling in for him. I forgot I was supposed
to, so the minutes were written on the back of the agenda,
my arm, napkins, and whatever else was available.
Meeting called to order at 7:40 by our new Commodore,
First order of business was the non approval of the club
minutes from December that didn’t exist. All didn’t
Mark is coming up with programs for the meetings for the
rest of the year and is opened to suggestions. Some of
the topics being considered are cold weather sailing,
GPS sailing, meeting with Wakulla county parks and recreation
folks, tuning for racing, training, the Swami’s
The tentative calendar of events was gone over and dates
are slowly being established. We received notice that
the Atlanta Fall Classic will be October 18th and 19th.
Purser reports we have more than $1 in our checking account
. If you want to know the exact amount, come to the meeting.
Christmas party was over budget by about $100 drawing
cries of outrage from no one. Reasons for the overdraft
were that the bar was down, Growlers were new, the economy
hasn’t bounced back, and Obamacare. Our taxes were
up as well which either means we are doing well or our
Republican overseers in the great state of Florida aren’t
giving us the whole story on decreasing our taxes. We
have about 54 memberships even though there are still
a few scofflaws that won’t be called out until next
Wright presented an award to Mr. Mike Levine for his service
as Commodore this past year to the huzzahs of the throngs
and a request for one more reading from the book of Levinicus.
Levinicus 99:9 was read, and I believe this is a parable.
When one of the minions asked “What has four wheels
and flies?” the prophet Levinicus responded “A
Garbage Truck”. Though we all understood, we were
none the less astonished.
Perry presented the Keys trip program to everyone which
was awesome as seen in the many in attendance going down
memory lane. Lots of great pictures, reminiscing about
the first trip down there to Bahia Honda where the Great
Swami was first discovered. I’m not sure if this
story is right, but something about someone in trouble
on the water and Chuck walking ON HE WATER to rescue them,
thus becoming his holiness, the Great Swami. Somebody
else had some hogwash about wet hair and a towel. Kudos
went out to Mr. Paul Hansard and Pam for discovering Fiesta
Key sometime around 1993 where we have returned to since.
A mention was made of “The Love Tractor” which
I will not expound upon but for those that were there
was a great story.
The meeting was adjourned about 8:20. That’s right,
I said about. I’m the substitute scribe, so get
over my approximation.
Ballad of Fiesta Key - SPSC Scribe
We gave Scribbles the former scribe back his crayon so
he could document the club meeting in my absence last
month. So I thought I would provide a little classy entertainment
in the form of free verse. Yes I know this is doggerel
but there is free everything in windsurfing, freestyle,
free ride, free wave, free race ad nauseum, so indulge
Ballad of the Ninth Annual Last Fiesta Key Trip
Well listen to my story of a guy named Bill
Winter in North Florida was bringing on the chill
His friends said “South Florida is the place you
ought to be”
So he loaded up his windsurf gear and headed to the Keys
(Fiesta key that is, Hot tubs, Sunset martinis)
Well the next thing you know the martini horn is heard
Uncle Pervy has massaged the Gin, so you know it will
The sunset is around the bend, the SPSC crew appears
And they sound in unison those ritualistic words
(The toast that is, Na Zdorovie, Za tee-byá, Kanpai,
Well now it's time for the final toast at the Happy End….ing
We would like to thank you folks for kindly dropping in
You're all invited back next year to this locality
To have a heaping helping of our mild depravity
(20 Knot Snobs, that's what they call 'em now,
Nice folks Y'all come back now, ya hear?)