Christmas here, a lovely clear day. Dinner with the inlaws and outlaws. And since I can’t be bothered to write something on such an easygoing holiday as this, I’ll post up another tale from another time. People sometimes ask how I learned so much about coral atolls and islands. It’s because for three years in…

Well, it’s a slow day here at Chez Nous, weekend before Chrismas. Family is here, life is good, so rather than write something new, I thought I’d post a story I wrote a while ago. I got to talking and laughing with my lovely lady today about old Billy Bennett. Billy was a rascal and…

Well, in my first post in a convoluted tale of how I ended up living in an LSD-assisted psychotherapy commune in Hawaii, entitled Another Tale of Derring-Don’t, I forgot to mention what happened in Mexico on our way out of town. So let me back up a bit. David and I had gotten into a…

Well, now that Justice Kavanaugh has endured the attempted suspension of the presumption of innocence, and the passions are dying down, I thought I’d write some more about my crazy life. I made a big swear when I was a young man that if I were given a choice between security and adventure, I’d always…

My first encounter with a bar in Alaska was when I went there in 1965 at age eighteen to make my fortune … riiight. Along the way to not making my fortune in Alaska, I got my first job playing with a bar band. Of course, I was too young to drink and it was…

In my last post, I wrote about the great value I got out of commercial fishing. But that’s only a small part of my oceanic enjoyment. I absolutely love scuba diving in the warm blue tropical waters. In the Solomon Islands where I lived for eight years, the good news is the water is about…

Some time around 1970, I’d fixed up the old Black Panthers van for mobile living. I’d gotten the old Chevrolet panel van for free. The Panthers had abandoned it by the side of the road, likely because it had been involved in something that was somewhat less than legal. When I heard the word through…