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Name: |
Emmet |
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You know me as: |
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Marital Status: |
5 years to my lovely companion, partner, playmate, wife,
and best friend Dara
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Member since: |
2005 |
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Flocked from: |
Athens, GA by
a very long and circuitous route. What a long strange trip it's
been. |
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Favorite Jimmy Buffett Tune: |
A Pirate Looks
At 40, Tin Cup Chalice, One Particular Harbor, God's Own Drunk,
Margaritaville, Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes, Son
of a Sun of a Sailor, The Weather is Here, Wish You Were
Beautiful, Southern Cross, Fruitcakes, Growing Older But Not Up
(my song), My Lovely Lady (Dara's song). Oh, you wanted me to
choose just one... |
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Favorite Jimmy Buffett CD: |
You Had To Be
There! |
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Other Music: |
Highland & Uilleann bagpipes, American, Canadian, & Irish folk
music, hammer dulcimer, harp, ballads, sea shanties, forebitters,
steel drums, and rock; Allman Bros, Grateful Dead, Led Zepplin,
the Who, Pink Floyd...music of my dissolute misspent youth.
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Hobbies: |
Bagpiping, sailing, SCUBA, and beachcombing. Piping
rebel tunes and talking treason over a couple of pints
at the pub.
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What Do You Drink?: |
Scottish ale, Irish stout, homebrews, Dunedin Brewery's beers,
Isla single malts (Lagavulin, Ardbeg, and Laphroig to name a
few; no ice), Gosling's Black Seal, Cruzan Blackstrap,
Methusalem, Myer's, Pusser's, Mount Gay, really cold
Patron Silver with a slice of key lime from the tree in my back
yard...well made (no mixes!) rum runners, margaritas,
mojitos, and mango coladas (with good company and preferably a
good Cuban cigar)...just not all at once. |
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Likes: |
My wife's companionship. A good broad reach on a fine
day, the *snap* whizzzz of the reel on one of the
trolling rods while under way. Boating a mahi mahi, or a
big fat tuna. Three Rooker Bar, Anclote Key, and Anclote
Bar on a weekday. Deep wall diving in Belize (actually,
any diving in Belize). Ditto Cozumel.
Really clear water, night dives, wreck dives,
sharks, turtles, iguanas, ospreys, eagles, roseate
spoonbills, man-o-war birds, kestrels, octopi, reef
squid, big majestic spotted eagle rays, golden morays,
splendid toadfish, a good stringer of hogfish, a good
bag of lobsters, sighting whales, dolphins playing in
the bow wave, ditto sea lions (I used to sail out
of San Francisco). A perfectly clear sky on a moonless
night very far offshore. A full moon rising on a
similar night. When you feel that first rise of the sea
swell as you head out beyond the bar. Snugly tucked into
a lee berth being rocked to sleep by the easy motion of
a vessel under sail with the sound of the gurgling water
just on the other side of the hull. Landfall. Making the
channel marker after a long old-fashioned DR plot
through heavy fog. Pride of Baltimore II,
Californian, Bluenose II, America II,
USS Constitution, HMS Rose, gaff rigs,
square rigs, deadeyes & lanyards, John Alden, Murray
Peterson, Lyle Hess, Nathaniel Herrishoff. Muzzleloading
blackpowder cannon. Jack Aubrey, Stephen Maturin, and
Horatio Hornblower. Grilled lobsters with key lime
butter, shrimp tossed in Old Bay, Apalachicola oysters,
blue crab, stone crab, properly grilled amberjack
steaks, smoked mullet, fish spread, ceviche...plantanos,
mangos, and coconuts, and virtually anything made with
them...conch salad prepared at the bar right before my
eyes from a living conch and fresh fruit with a cold
Kalik to wash it down, my wife's home-made key lime pie.
When I walk into an Irish pub on a Saturday night with
my pipes in hand, and everyone cheers. Piping the old
tunes for the old folks, and all of them singing along
as they know all the words.
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Dislikes: |
Fascism, corporatism, feudalism,
militarism, smug bigotry and sanctimonious religiosity.
Oligarchs, chickenhawks, liars, and frauds. Bleached, silted
out and algae-covered coral, rapacious coastal over-development,
non-sustainable overfishing and other long-term environmental
expoitation for short-term gain. The whole "I'm a smoker and the
world's my ashtray" ethos. Wonky outboard motors. Hurricanes,
and those violently exploding micro-burst Florida summertime
thunderstorms. Unexpected oyster bars on a falling tide. Tangles
of monofilament in the mangroves. Drunken dimwits in speedboats
and JetSkis who've never heard of COLREGS and drive their boats
with the same courtesy and consideration of others as they do
their cars (speaking of cars; Tampa traffic). Even stupider
dimwits who leave their beer bottles, paper plates, potato chip
bags and spent charcoal on MY beach (I hope they sank
on the way back in, had a good long swim back into chest-deep
water, and then a long slog through knee-deep mud full of sea
lice to get ashore, only to find that they've lost their car
keys and wallet in the process, and their car's been towed)! |
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Favorite Buffettism: |
"I was only supposed to go to
Buckhead to get the paper; next thing I know, I'm on
I-75 headed to Florida!"
"IA ORA TE NATURA E MEA AROFA
TEIE AO NEI" (Life to
nature, love the Earth)
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We want more... Tell us when you became a parrothead and why you
joined the TBPH club: |
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I've always been a sailor ("since I was three feet tall")
and I've always enjoyed his music, palm trees, sunshine,
fish on the grill and a boat drink in a Yucatan hammock.
Since childhood I've always had an appreciation of nature,
maritime history, picked up beer bottles along with my
seashells, and my usual wardrobe (when not in a kilt) fully
conforms to the official Club dress code. Seems like a
pretty good fit to me.
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2005
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