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Santa Maria Pirate Weekend, September 2009 - Columbus, OH
Epilogue: You know, this is always the same thing on these Surgeon's Journal pages - a last round-up of pictures I couldn't squeeze in elsewhere along with thanks and credit for all my beloved photographers. So I'm not got to write an introduction here. In fact, forget I mentioned anything at all. Move along...move along...there's nothing to read here.
(Photo: Mission)
To finish up, when I got home, I had one unit of insulin left
(of the 300 that usually last about 6 days). So I had calculated that pretty
well. The fast hadn't done me any harm either - I wasn't really even
that hungry.
My surgical gear and leather display piece were still wet, though. So I broke everything out of the box and wiped the raw steel instruments down again with paper towels to remove as much of the wet as possible. (There was a little rust, but that just gives the stuff character.) At left: my dining room table post-event.
In fact, all that surgical stuff is still there as of writing this web page. (I chalk it up to having to catch up with the stuff that I didn't do while at the event...yeah, that's it. (Sometimes I'm glad I'm not married.)
I couldn't do a very good job of putting a website like this together (presuming you think I have done a good job of putting a website like this together) without people at the event taking pictures and then posting them on the web so I can get to them and further allowing me to use them here. I have learned to be more conscientious of taking photographs myself (particularly because the things I think are funny don't always catch other people's photographic interest), but I never get everything I want. So here's to the people who take photos and give me permission to use them. Cheers!
SHANNON & TRISH
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COUNT D'BOOTY Photo: Mission |
THE THATCHERS
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MICHAEL & KATE
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MISSION
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Now for some of what was left on the cutting room floor...
(Photo: Mission)
(Photo: Trish & Shannon)
Left: George ("Smitty") contemplates the heavens or stares
vacantly off into space while someone else conducts the tour.
George is actually a great guy and I hope he doesn't mind me having some fun with him in this Journal. He has to give tours all summer, deal with drunken frat boys overnighting on the ship as well as irate mothers-in-law. (Come to PiP, George!)
Below left: Miles dangles Lob over the edge of main deck. (Miles had some weird fascination with torturing Lob that I'm not sure can be explained without professional help.) Center: Trish and Michael contemplate the dilemma. Right: Trish has the solution - use the linstock to poke at Miles. (I'm not sure how this helped, but they did clean out some persistent spider webs.)
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Left: "Some people have really weird hobbies," I mused to
myself as I stood on the deck of a replica of the Santa Maria
wearing 17th century lower glass gentleman garb and a huge brown Patrick Hand
original planters hat. This group was out both mornings we were
there.
Right: what passes for wacky humor at the R Bar. (Being from Detroit, this should give great offense, but since I don't watch hockey, I just snapped a shot of it for the web page.)
Below: some pictures of folks that I just sort of liked. Left: Lady Constance with her new chapeau drinking coffee in the park. Center, Sam and Red John Roberts up on the dock. Red John is looking more naval than pirate this day - maybe he's in disguise. Right: Michael with Mark Gist's boat the Firefly.
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Left: a cool shot Jessica got of Shannon from the HMS Scow as they
rowed past him. I played around with it until I got this. I just sort of
like it.
Right: "Trish on the rocks...ain't no big surprise...pour her a drink...and she'll tell you some lies."
Actually, this is when we were climbing the rope ladder on Sunday. We had four separate photographers covering that!
(Photo: Thatchers)
(Photo: Thatchers)
Left: Miles, ready for his daily flogging. I believe Lob was requested
to deliver the punishment this day while the crew looked on.
Right: Colonial Boy. I got called something like that at the R Bar when we were harassing the multiple bachelorette groups passing by.
I tried to get the girl who said it to pose for a picture with me, but she was afraid I'd put it on the internet. (She was right, but probably not in the way she thought. No perv, I.)
Below left: Kate (trying awfully hard to look innocent) and Shannon on the rear main deck. What where they doing there? Only the capstan knows for sure - and he...she...it...whatever is not talking. Below right: Silas Thatcher with his gun cleaning kit. I was really impressed with this. (Turns out it came from Wal~Mart.)
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Left: the main deck of the Santa Maria, lit up at night. I
love the unearthly glow of the water (off the port side). It makes
you wonder what scary creature is prowling the depths, doesn't it?
Right: the aft of the Santa Maria, sporting the jolly roger as the pirates take over the weekend.
We raised a bunch of money at the R Bar on Saturday night. All in all, a very good weekend for her (and me - I had a good time.)
(Photo: Difficult to say, exactly.)
(Photo: Count d'Booty)
Left: Mission the black spy, with his Patrick Hand original hat, a
fleam and bone saw. "Yo ho!"
Right: A shot of Alex, looking cool firing someone's black powder gun.
See, I figured that he deserved at least one photo in here where he looks cool. Don't you agree? Either way, there it is. Behind him are Micky Souris, Trish, Andrew Thatcher and Silas.
Oct. 2011: In the process of upgrading all of the Journal web pages to the new standards, I decided to make the whole mess more uniform by using a common banner. This means the old banners were all eliminated from the top of the screen. Since some of them took a lot of work to create, I decided to stick them at the end of the Journals. Below is the one for this event, actually one of my favorites because of the way the ship blends in.
