Another hectic week infidels. And to make matters worse, my fishing trip which was scheduled for Sunday had to be postponed due to the weather. The forecast for SEverglades City/10,000 islands area for this Sunday is:
NORTHWEST WINDS 25 TO 30 KNOTS BECOMING 20 TO 25 KNOTS IN THE AFTERNOON. SEAS 4 TO 6 FEET AND UP TO 6 TO 8 FEET WELL OFFSHORE. NORTHWEST SWELL 2 TO 3 FEET IN THE AFTERNOON. BAY AND INLAND WATERS VERY ROUGH IN EXPOSED AREAS. ISOLATED LIGHT SHOWER
That coupled with temps in the 40's is not condusve to catching fish. Hence, I'll fish in March.
It's also been a circus here in Broward County with the media all over the place at the Courthouse (down the block) having a feeding frenzy on gets Anna Nicole's cadaver. With all that is going on in the Country, that seems the most important as far as the media's concerned.
To finish the week, I will post one of my favorite Dylan tunes. I've managed to transfer nearly every Dylan album to my IPOD. His lyrics stand alone in greatness. So to join the blue bird, it's all over now, Baby Blue . . .
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You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.!!!
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.
All your reindeer armies, are all going home.
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.!!!
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
--- by Bob Dylan
Have a great weekend!!!
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cool photo...
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