Never Drink and Blog

As is frequently the case lately I find myself around 11PM at night with a rye smile on my face and some naughtiness in my pants looking for some mischief

Rescue of young Thai Tsunami victim in Pukett by altruistic farang. (Photo taken 2 years before the Tsunami.) Don't ask me. I just had a feeling. 

I'm not sure why this photo found it’s way into my blog except for the fact that I was almost one year old when it was taken and it quite possibly sets the tone. I was born at Saint Albans Naval Hospital in Long Island 300 and some odd (and I do mean odd) days prior to this public display of promiscuous debauchery and uncouth behavior. What’s wrong with kids today?
 

Yours truly. (Before cocktail hour.) 

Smells like Fish in Here

This is the first posting in what I suspect will be the highly dubious and somewhat rancid musings of a 50 year old who has sailed through life operating by the seat of his pants and is driven by his zipper.