Transported.

We are watching the latest Ken Burns multipart documentary on PBS, Country Music. I think it’s great. I love the music, and the walk through time.

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The episode on Hank Williams dusted off some cobwebs for me. I have strong memories from my childhood – including listening to my dad play Hank Williams albums on his record player at night, often with the lights in the living room turned off.

I couldn’t resist playing some of the same albums on my iPod tonight. And I just had to flick the lights off. I was immediately transported to my old home many decades ago, and memories associated with that time resurfaced.

Music sure is powerful.

A memory from that same time came to mind. I was going through my pre-teen gymnast phase. My dad, upon discovering me doing cartwheels in the living room one day, strongly suggested that I not do that anymore. Unfortunately, I had a bad case of Nadia Comaneci fever, having closely followed the 1976 Summer Olympics. So the urge to bounce about was irresistible. A few days later, on the very last indoor tumbling run of my life, my foot hit and broke the plastic cover on my dad’s record player. The very same turntable from which Hank Williams sang to me in the dark. Lesson learned.

After the much dreaded confession when my dad came home from work, I searched for, found, and purchased a replacement cover and paid for it from my babysitting money. It was not an easy thing to do back then. There was no Google search. No Amazon Prime. I only had a phone book and a Sears Roebuck catalog. But I had to make it right.

Long story short: it’s amazing how music and memories and the mind work.

Good Night Hank.

Life lessons.

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We went for a sail today on Lake Travis.  It is almost the end of June and temps haven’t hit 100 yet (!*!*!)   Lori and Doray went out on Camelot, we sailed along on Nirvana.  We had a great day, with steady winds around 20 knots past Anderson Bend.   We coasted back and made it to our marina’s cove about 5 o’clock.   But at that point, Camelot radioed in that they couldn’t get the main down.

Ruh. Roh.

We sat a spell, and then talked them over to side tie on one of the far docks at the marina, which allowed them to come in pointed windward.   We tied them off and then hoisted Doray to the top of the mast to loose the main.  She wasn’t able to free the halyard, but we secured it below with a tether line that she attached and then got her and the mainsail safely back on deck.

Just another day on B-dock.  🙂

Fair winds, friends…