The Poop Deck
I'm the owner and captain of THE SHOW which broadcasts on Falls Cable Access CH14 and fallscableaccess.com. I'd like to offer my unique view of the Falls as a resident and, of course, as a captain in these wind-tossed times.
Where Have All the Dachshunds Gone?
There seems to have been some concern over the whereabouts of the ship's trusty dachshund. Iggy, as she is known, disappeared shortly after our cook made a rabbit stew. The whole crew was worried. Earl was so upset he wrote a new song for his band, Earl Starlite and the Sunspots, called Where Have All the Dachshunds Gone?.
I don't Particularly care for sad songs unless they move at a snappy pace and have a ship involved. That Lightfoot fella' had one and that Gilligan ditty was nice and bouncy. By the way, I would've made a fine Skipper, but was passed over on a matter of principle. I refused to shave my mustache. Sometimes you need to take a stand. Gilligan! Yep, I could've done that.
Spring Cleaning
Rough day. The crew is settling in for the night, exhausted. A lot of running about above and below decks today. It's time for spring cleaning and taking inventory.
When you go through your personal belongings, every object has an event or memory attached. It's not just an old picture, scimitar or navel piercing. These objects have certain emotional value. Each one is an adventure and a tale to tell. Mementos of mermaids I've known, battles in exotic locales and of course, my dear school days at Mrs. O'Grady's Maritime Academy. I learned boatloads, to be sure, but mostly seamanship and common sense.
Ode To The Sea
Hi. How are ya’? Captain Bud here.
Out on the open sea sometimes the only words that suffice are those that wax poetical. In fact, there’s a longstanding tradition of poetry and seamen: Aiken, Sandburg, Whitman, Dickinson. I’ve written some poetry of my own, freshly penned this morning. Enjoy!
