Isabelle and Ronick

Hundreds of my avid Blog followers have begged me to put up pictures of our cats, Ronick and Isabelle. Can't let the peeps down, so I took this picture in the rare monment when they are within a few feet of each other.

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Ronick is a get along good guy. Izzy is a bitch.

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She has to eat first and always hisses when Ronick prances by. Ronick could kick her ass if he wanted to, but he just puts up with with her "me first" attitude. They are brother and sister from the same litter and are about 12 yrs old.

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Katelyn likes to talk to them in cat talk that only she can understand, which is a subject for a future blog post.

Rock the Casbah

Rock the Casbah - The Clash

A cute little ditty that we all sing when guests come over to the Nestor house.

JimBob and Kathy Peabody especially like this one. After being inspired by Ryan and his great renditions of "Johnny B Good" at his own wedding and others, Jim wants us to sing "Casbah" at Alison's wedding some day. It will take some practice just to memorize the words, let alone sing it while we're bombed. Hope Alison marries a guy with a sense of humor.

Practice Makes Perfect.
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Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a-cruisin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille

CHORUS:
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

CHORUS

Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a whiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive

CHORUS

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way
As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned toT
he cockpit radio blare
As soon as the shareef
wasOutta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

CHORUS

He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it
You know he really hates it

Patriots Handle Miami

Ho, Hum. Another Pats Victory. It's been so nice to be a Pats fan over the past five years or so. Record is now 4-1.
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Kate and Jay were here, Nathaniel stayed downstairs with Mike and Dale/Buck and Gail dropped over. Did the wings, mussels etc. Joanne did a fantastic job on the food, but my Buffalo Wings continue to rule.
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Kate checked out the blog and I offered to remove her last posting for a fair price, but she didn't rise.
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I was really tired after fishing though. After the game, we did the usual, Dark and Stormies, a couple of episodes of Curb your Enthsiasium and then some Kareoke.
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Dale/Buck doesn't sing good.
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I kept dozing off, then went to bed. I don't know what happened after that.

Tuna Takes Another Victory

Once more, the Tuna's cheated death. Can you believe we got skunked AGAIN!!!
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We did everything right. Left Salem Harbor at 5:00 AM with a full moon and calm harbor. Outside Marblehead, the sea was relatively calm with long 6 ft swells that the boat went smoothly over. We were on the NW corner of Stellwagen by sunrise. It was cloudless and beautiful with the dawn sun in front of us and the full moon behind. We were psyched.

Bruett, Mike and Nathaniel put out the squid spreads, and shortly after, we saw a neighboring boat hook up, although we didn't see a fish landed.
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Then nothing happened.
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We saw a couple of footballs hit the surface and that's it. Deadheaded for home at noon after 5 hrs. on the bank.

But I saw a large swan swimming at Village Wharf, which to me as a Birder was significant.

Mark Vona was supposed to come, but didn't show at the landing. So we never got to take a picture like this.

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Don't you think Mark is a big, freaking, show off? Who cares about your, big, stupid tuna.

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We don't need no stinking tuna!!!

Casting Rigs to Complement the Shimano 80's

Mike and I made the trek to Fisherman's Outfitters in Gloucester to get some casting equipment in case we get into football tuna tomorrow.

Joe set us up again, changing out striper hooks for tuna hooks on the plugs that we bought. He also fixed us up with two sick Shiman0 Thunnus casting rigs. Sweet.

Mike, Nathaniel, Greg and I will be heading from the Village Wharf at 4:30 AM tomorrow morning to the NW Corner of Stellwagen.

Is there a tuna swimming 20 miles from shore tonight that is enjoying it's last night on watery Earth? I certainly hope so.

Equal Time for Katelyn

I felt guilty mentioning Mike and Ryan's business without also giving kudos to Katelyn, who is heading up the legal recruiting for Beacon Hill Staffing Group in Boston and doing a great job by all accounts.

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If I didn't mention Kate, she would probably give me a pissed off look like the one below.

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So we're good, right Kate???

Morning Walk

Joanne and I took a nice morning walk around the West Shore Drive neighborhood.
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1.71 Miles averaging 2.8MPH.
I took my GPS. The eTrex Legend by Garmin.
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Emerson, Thoreau, Robert Frost - they were big on walking. It gave them inspiration and clarity. I wonder if they would have been screwed up if they had GPS's.

Horoscopes and Psychic Ability

I read my horoscope everyday. Just to see if it has any "validity". I also look at the Aires reading for Joanne. I figure if she scores, or is miserable, then I will get some fallout from it.
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Many times, the Sagittarius forecast seems to have relevance to the stuff going on in my life. Sometimes it is outright uncanny.
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There is no logic that can convince me that horoscopes have any validity. But I still read them everyday.
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On the other hand, I firmly believe in psychic abilities and it would seem that science will eventually find empirical evidence that proves that they exist. Its pretty simple to see why you can see forward and backward in time. Just look at the stars. The small dots of light that you see are explosions that occurred millions of years ago. The light is just reaching our eyes after years of traveling through space. We are literally seeing something that happened back in time.
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People with refined psychic abilities have insight into a frequency that keys into, or transcends, the speed of light. That is why they can see events that happened at different points in time. Empirical scientists have yet to discover this frequency, but it must exist.
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Now that I've logically proven this, I'd be happy to share the Noble Prize with Stephen Hawking.

Ryan and Mike in Business

Even though he has a tendency to wear funny pants, Ryan is exhibiting signs of business acumen and is showing his brother, Mike, the ropes at Executive Compensation Group on Huntington Ave. in Boston. It's great to see them working together as a team.

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If this was the old country, they would be taking over the farm now, and I would be free to relax most days at the Pub in quiet retirement.

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It's not the old country.

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Nice Fishing Dorys from the Mystic Seaport Archives

Long Weekend Agenda

The long weekend poses some definite objectives.

I want to finish off the sanding and base epoxy coats on the interior of the Herreshoff Yacht Tender, and I want to dispatch some Giant Bluefin Tuna to fish heaven. This is also a great opportunity to get three solid days in on the "Buff Up Jay by Thanksgiving" program. Hope the Bike holds up.

Weekend Agenda....

Saturday

1. Sand the Interior of the Tender.
2. Apply 3rd coat of interior epoxy resin.
3. Get on the exercyle ( go 30 min. or so and avoid heart attack all costs).
4. Eventually take a shower.
5. Blog.
6. Worry about Operation Moon Shadow.
7. Dinner at Cafe Italia with O'Shea's and Peabody's

Sunday

1. Boat out to Stellwagen
2. KILL TUNA
3. Sand the Interior of the Tender.
4. Apply 4th coat of interior epoxy resin
5. Exercycle
6. Shower
7. Blog
8. Pats game with Kate and Jay and anyone else.
9. A few glasses of Lagavulin (the King of Scotch).

Monday

1. Fish for Blues
2. Cut and apply Breasthook and Interior Gunwales
3. Exercycle
4. Shower
5. Blog
6. Operation Moonshadow
7. More Lagavulin
8. Blog

I know that a lot of people who read my Blog think that I am cool.
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The above list proves two things.

1. The fact that you read it means that you are a loser.
2. I am not cool.

Columbus Day - A Paid Holiday at Darwin Partners

Should be a nice weekend in New England. I really want to get some things done.

I keep forgetting that Monday is a paid holiday - Columbus Day. Although there is a lot of evidence that a host of others visited the New World - Egyptians, Chinese, Norsemen, Irish Monks, even the Knights of Templar - Columbus at least made a lasting impression. He was the first to bring European germs to the native Americans (also known as Indians to my politically unsensitive friends). That, combined with European technology and a brutal christian religion that allowed the Indians to be defined as Satanic, spelled doom for the breathren of Nanepashemet. They were subjugated and annialated, and it remains to be seen if casino gambling will finally revive them.
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Italians love Columbus. Rightfully so. Their kinsman was brave enough to change the world.
American Indians have a right to be pissed though.

Ponce de Leon...

...didn't know jack about the fountain of youth.
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Here is my prescription.

• Allopurinol for Gout.


• Lisinopril for High Blood Pressure.


• Aspirin for everything.


• Fish Oil Capsules for (not really sure).


• Pepperoni Pizza with extra cheese, extra pepperoni for stress.


• Reading Runner's World for exercise.


• Single Malt Scotch (Lagavulin is the King) for anything.

Do this faithfully, and you too can feel like you are 48 again.
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Screw you, Ponce!

Dale and Gail

These people are friends of the Nestor family.
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The guy's name is "Dale".
But he thinks it is "Buck".
You are better off going along with it.
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His wife, Gail, is really nice though.
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BTW, their kids, Jeremy and Amanda are awesome. Jeremy is a lawyer in Minnesota and Amanda is a starlett in LA.

Before Photo

This is a picture of me before I got buff and totally jacked.

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OK ... so I'm not buffed up yet, ... but I'm definitely going to be real soon.

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Even in this out of shape condition, you have to admit that I am still a fine figure of a man.

Lynn and Marblehead

Tom DiMatteo, an avid reader of this blog, reminded me that I was not from Marblehead, I was from Lynn. Couldn't be more accurate.

I live in Marblehead.
But I am from Lynn.

I'm equally proud of both for a host of complex reasons which will not be articulated here... not at this time anyway.

At least I'm not from Medford.

Backyard Birds

In the birdfeeder on our deck, we frequently see Gold Finches, House Finches, Cardinals, Blue Jays, Morning Doves and Common Sparrows.
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Plus a couple of kinds that I haven't ID'ed yet.
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I find them to be intrigueing swatches of color from nature's palette.
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Joanne thinks they are messy.
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Which reminds me.... I'm flat out of freaking birdseed.

Sent the SWAG

Shirts to the Paramus guys. Darwin should be styling there soon.
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Seems like a fair trade.... a couple of golf shirts in exchange for millions of dollars of wireless telecom business.
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In other news, best and final pricing to Atlanta, and California here we come.

Brown and Blues

Bobby Brown playing the Blues.

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We'll be looking for Tuna this Weekend.

Preferred Emotions

Dow is at an all time high of 11,850, gas at Perley Burrill's Filling Station was sold at $2.17/ gal this morning.
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Don't hear much celebration. People don't necessarily celebrate when things are good, but they are never short on complaining when the stock market dips, or gas is selling at $3.00 a gallon.
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I wonder why that is?