northshorewaterman

With both boats hauled and painted, the lobster traps just about done and no murder case to sit through and not  judge, I’ll just have to run through the paces until I head to Florida tom.  Word has it that the tarpon are making their way up the east coast; the snook are starting to show on the front beaches; still a couple of reds in the river; and the wrecks are all loaded with permit and cobia.  Not that I’m keeping track or anything.

Since 9 11 traveling with any kind of a fishing rod has been a pain in the ass.  Not to mention that TSA is more than happy to un-cap and break the tip on any flyrod they can.  Last year I left three fly rods and a couple of spinning outfits down there to avoid the bs.  Should be nice traveling light.

sure, its no high profile sex tape…I would still like to know who got this exclusive footage of Sarah and I on our first date.

So, for the last week and a half I have been performing my civic duty in the murder trial of a Lynn man.  How they came to pick me for said jury is beyond my comprehension given my sordid past and well timed discriminatory theories during my interview.  However, once selected, I did my best to focus on the facts and evidence of the case.  The judge assured me that our efforts would not only impress me with the intricacies of our legal system but with the collective wisdom of my fellow jurors as well.

He was wrong.

After eight days of hard work, I was one of three names selected out of a hat to be an ‘alternate’ juror.  Basically, I could not leave the building and could not take part in any way in deliberation.  On top of receiving my judiciary Cleavland steamer, the rest of the jurors used their ‘collective wisdom’ to pass down a voluntary manslaughter charge to a very bad man.  personally, I feel cheated.  On the whole, I feel like justice has not been served.  While I continue to have faith in our legal system, perhaps it was designed for a society that was less tolerant towards those more than willing to take advantage.

Just my two cents.

no need to write much…awesome.

bruins

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court today is going to suck.

Tenth row seats for the game tonight…I hope that I get splashed with some of myers’ blood after looch crushes him in the corner.

And I hope to get my picture taken with the bear.  I’m as happy as a little girl.

Sarah was complaining last night that she has not had one single picture in the blog yet.  She immediately realized the error of her ways.

This photo was taken from the deck our first spring(2007) in the Ipswich house:

I took this picture this morning:

This picture was taken in the spring of 1976 when the place was being built:

Just over a week and I’ll be in Florida…where they claim to have excellent seafood.  If you ask me, I’ll take our cold-water fish any day.  Conch vs. clams: clams.  Grouper vs cod: cod.  Snapper vs.  Striper:  Striper.  Mahi vs. cat-food: Mahi, but just barely.  These silly clawless freaks vs. lobster: c’mon.

You can’t handle the truth!