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Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Call Me Fishmeal Once at my brother's, we drew beverages and strolled back to the pond he put in several years ago.  He meticulously built up a fish ecosystem, and now can catch dinner from among bluegill, bass and (maybe?) crappie.  But he's harboring (!) a dark secret in its depths, one that, if uncovered, would cause his banishment from the brotherhood of southern sportsmen.  Because of the anonymity of the internet, I can divulge it here: he has befriended, and somehow domesticated, a largemouth bass he calls "Shamu". As he sprinkles feed pellets on the surface of the pond, Shamu breaches and, Moby Dick-like, casts a watery eye at him before rolling over and sounding.  Shamu's done OK for himself in this relationship - he's grown to a pretty hefty size.  As we circumambulate the pond, Shamu shadows us a few feet from shore, even though we throw no more feed on the trip around. Here's a video of the leviathan as he cavorts, puppy-like, for our pleasure. (about 4mb - have your speakers on!) 7:49:54 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []

Segue We decamped from Pawley's Island on Sunday and everyone dispersed.  Mrs. Perils and I headed for my middle brother's place near Charleston, as our flight home departed from CHS.  On the way, we stopped in Georgetown for coffee.  We couldn't find coffee there, but this parrot caught our eyes as we strolled along the riverside commercial district.  His companion, who didn't look all that accustomed to broad daylight, said the bird had spent his entire life in bars.  He hinted darkly that we probably didn't want to hear any of the bird's elocutionary repertoire. His shirt says, "Fresh Yankee, Served Daily".  6:58:30 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []

Pawley's Island Recap Our visit started out rainy and chilly: Mrs. Perils & my mom brave a stiff breeze but yielded some weather warm enough to contemplate a romp in the surf (got in up to my knees) 1 brother, 1 spouse, 2 SILs, 1 mother and 1 aunt bask in the sun my brother grills  while my mom & her sister supervise My youngest brother and his wife put a lot of effort into brewing beer under their "Crying Onion" label and schlepping it over from the ATL. They also had t-shirts printed, beer glasses made and cd's burned with an all-Georgia playlist that ranged from R.E.M. to the B52s. with a half hour left in our digs, we're finally all together, in uniform, for a commemorative photo 6:11:48 PM    Speak to me! []  TrackBack  []