It is National Beach Day today and I’m heading out in a few hours to get in on the party!
If you’re anywhere near the coast–any coast–I hope you’ll get some sand in your shoes today.
That’s my plan exactly!
The banner photo is of a recent trip to Canaveral National Seashore near Titusville here in the Sunshine State. That’s the closest National Park to me; we never miss a chance to take in its unspoiled beauty.
The photo below was taken at Cocoa Beach, just a bit to the south of Canaveral. I took it about three years ago. When I view this one, I can almost hear the waves lapping at my feet and smell the sea air.
Enjoy your Sunday whether you make it to the shore or not! If you’re only just now hearing about how special this day is, I’ll give you a pass. Just this once.
And if you don’t make it, remember this: you certainly don’t have to wait ’til NBD next year!
It does get me to thinking each year when the anniversary date of Stevie’s passing rolls around again…
He was such a Monster of a player, and such a wonderful human being as well. I suppose that’s why his fans thought so highly of him, both before and after his tragic passing.
There will never be another like SRV. Many have copped his style and that’s cool. But he was somebody very, very special and so many still feel that way about him even though it’s been 14 years since Alpine Valley.
Jimmie and the family and others have asked his legion of fans to remember him on his birthday — it falls in early October — rather than today. Stevie would be turning 50 on the third of October if things had gone differently. But his fans — and you can certainly put this puppy in that category — just can’t help but think of him each year when this sad date rolls around again.
God bless Stevie Ray. And each of us who remember him each year. And all of those who love good music and try to love one another. And who are trying to keep the music alive.
Now if you were to compare this dog to Stevie, I’m not much of a musician, nor, perhaps, all that much of a man. But as with many other “saints” and just good folk, we do try to emulate the really good ones! And Mister Vaughan was as good as a man or a musician as one could possibly be.
We love you Stevie. And forgive us if we remember you each year at this time. We just have some sense of what we all lost on one dark and desolate morning those 14 years ago…
Bulldog Ben, remembering
Stevie from here in Orlando…
A note from Bulldog: this was first published in August of 2004 in one of my yahoo groups and that’s why the dates are off. It was exactly 30 years ago today that we lost one of the greatest musicians of our time.
Joan and I spent two lovely days at Trimble Park back in January. It’s one of our favorite camping spots in Central Florida.
It was about two months before so many things–including parks and outdoor venues of many kinds–began to close down because of the coronavirus.
As I write this, many if not most parks and spots where outdoor-lovers like to go are open again. In fact, we’ve been on four camping excursions since many places began to reopen.
It’s easy to practice social distancing in parks and camping spots, as you might imagine. The fact that we’ve been able to do a lot of the things we really enjoy is such a good thing.
Many things that folks find enjoyable are difficult–and sometimes impossible–to do right now and I’m happy to be able to engage in the outdoor activities I enjoy so much.
I will have postings about those aforementioned trips in the near future. Today I merely wanted to share one photo from that delightful excursion to Orange County’s Trimble Park seven months ago and feel a little gratitude that Mother Nature is still receiving visitors as we go through some disquieting changes.
The glaciers of Greenland are retreating at a frightening pace.
One of the sad illusions to which many of us cling tightly is that humanity will eventually “get it” and we’ll get off our collective ass and finally act.
That may or may not happen.
What I know for certain is that a lot of the damage that’s been done can never be reversed.
Scientists who are keeping an eye on the loss of ice on Greenland’s continent are now saying that the losses will not stop even if the planet stopped warming today.
And we all know it won’t.
So the signs keep coming. If you understand the gravity of the situation, you don’t need any more evidence.
There are, of course, many who don’t believe the evidence. The evidence that gets clearer every day.
The sad truth is that in so many cases, those are the people who could do something about it.
So we keep slouching toward that day of reckoning. The day when it becomes actually impossible to deny the reality of what’s happening.
And then we get to see what judgement humanity will impose on those who were actively engaged in the campaign to conceal the truth about the inevitable consequences of treating our Planet like an inexhaustible vending machine.
Like a playground.
Like that dark, dead end on that obscure county road where we go to dump our old, tattered mattresses.