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My Newest YouTube Channel

This is the first post. Still a bit rough around the edges, but it will get better. I’ll post links here as more are posted on YouTube. Thanks for watching!

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Pressganging the Cat For Our Passage to Namibia — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

Some ports are more difficult to leave than others. For Katherine Hepburn, the cast off for our five day bluewater passage from Cape Town to Namibia crushed her soul a little bit, as we had to leave her beloved Cape Town apartment complex in our wake. We pressganged our cat, and off we went. The sta

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Apartheid?

This man hated apartheid. If you don’t believe me read his excellent novel, Huckleberry Finn

The previous post, by Leslie of Oddgodfrey, inspired me to write this. If you missed it, it’s really a link to their blog. You can skip going to the previous post and simply click here to follow that link. They’ve been in South Africa, and to judge from their posts, that is a beautiful country where various people seem to mix and mingle with each other freely, but where, as she writes, something is wrong; something is missing. It reminds me of the United States of America. This is a great country, and I love the USA. My first ancestor arrived here in 1729, lived in Philly, married a girl from Jersy City in 1730, and 12 of their 13 sons fought with the Continental Army. The one I’m descended from, one Phillip Powell, fought with a Connecticut regiment. His grandson Andrew Powell was a corporal with the 123rd Ohio Volunteer Infantry in the Civil War. Andrew was a bit of an oddball. He was a religious nut, for starters, spoke in tongues (no snakes that I know of.) He was shot three times during that conflict, shot in the ass and that’s the truth, plus in the thigh. He received maggot therapy, which worked, but he limped for the rest of his life. Besides being unusually religious, he was in it to end slavery, while many Union soldiers were more concerned with the Union. He believed that saving the Union was the surest way to end slavery. We’re still awaiting the results of that experiment, which brings me to the theme of this post.

We don’t have legal apartheid in America. Haven’t had since the Civil Rights Act of 1965, but I do remember it. I had an aunt and uncle who lived in Bartow, Florida, next county to where Orlando is. Uncle Louie was half Choctaw, from his mother, and one of the most honorable people I’ve ever known. He ran a pallet making factory after serving 20 years in the Army after his WWII service. He had a black foreman over a mixed-race crew. He said, and I can quote this, “If anyone doesn’t like it, they’ll just have to find another job.” But most of Florida, and most of the South, wasn’t like that. There were separate restrooms by race, separate drinking fountains by race, blacks couldn’t patronize many restaurants, schools were segregated, whew! It scared my nine-year-old self because I imagined getting in trouble simply by trying to pee in the wrong room. Never happened, of course.

Post Civil Rights Act, there is no legal separation by race in America. But there is a long ingrained and incredibly stubborn refusal by many “white” folks to even see anyone who isn’t “white” as a regular person. “There is no white privilege.” Horseshit! Being white (an actual WASP, even) I know that I never have to think about race if I don’t want to. That’s a hell of a privilege right there. You think black people don’t have to think about race? Like when a cop pulls them over and they don’t know if they’re going to be cited, arrested, or shot? Gee maybe they do. But, so many “white” people refuse to consider talking about it. “I’m not a racist!” Sure, I’m not either, but I sure have benefited from white privilege. And I mean that, I’m not, and probably other people who say that they’re not mean it, too. But, if you look at a room full of brown people and fail to see anyone, that’s racism. There is at least one person in my neighborhood who went over to the local mall at Christmastime, which is at that season crawling with people, primarily latino or black, either African American or actually immigrants from Africa, and wrote that there “wasn’t anybody there.” Seriously! And you know what? Those Latinos in particular are living the 1950s, Leave it to Beaver lifestyle, raising families together, doing things as a family, shopping, playing around, all that supposedly superior stuff that Beaver and his family used to do. Yeah, but they’re nobody. As long as it’s common for a “white” person to not see perfectly normal people doing perfectly respectable stuff in the mall, we might as well still have apartheid. Frankly, it makes me angry to the point of being sick.

Hell, I know what everybody wants, because we all want the same stuff. We want food, clothing, shelter, companionship, and a better life for our kids. And some of us also want America to get better, not to return to the bad old days, but we get drowned out by sheer stupid stubbornness. And it is stupidity, the worst sort of stupidity, because it is willful. I’ve been putting quotation marks “” around the word “white” because of course the concept was invented by Europeans needing to not feel guilty about stealing people and selling them off. Any geneticist will tell you that the idea of human “races” is a myth, and it’s a damned persistent myth, isn’t it? But not one I intend to ever subscribe to again. The first Brits were dark skinned and had blue eyes. Striking, I imagine. And what does one do with that knowledge in light of “racial identification?” “Swedish ‘negroes?'” Right. Sure. That’s just a quick illustration of how stupid racism is in the first place. Well, it matches our societal obsession with stupidity, which we celebrate, but I’m going to quit now because that topic requires a book, not a blog post.

Just like South Africa, here in the land of the free (and it is, in many ways) something, you know, just isn’t right.

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A Nuanced Flavor of a Complex South Africa — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

South Africa is complex, like its finest wine. There are some bitter nuances to the sweetness of it’s flavor. Apartheid is still recent history, and in this blog post, I acknowledge the lingering after taste in my own experience of South Africa. This took me ten months to write, the issues are so co

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A La Colombe Experience, Part Two — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

With Cape Town being graced with not one, but two restaurants ranked in the Top 100 in the world, we couldn’t sail into port without experiencing what that might be like. I wasn’t going to write about it, but I was manipulated into doing so by my pal, Steelie Pete. .Join us in Part Two of an extreme

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La Colombe: A Top 100 In The World Dining Experience — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

When you are out at sea 1000 miles from anywhere, just about any meal prepared on land sounds pretty darn good. Join us in this blog post as I try to give fellow offshore sailors the full blow-by-blow experience of dining in Cape Town at restaurant consistently ranked in the top 100 restaurants in

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Kitty On Shore Leave, By Katherine Hepburn — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

Previously feeling a bit confined to the boat out of necessity of defending it from her Frenemy Boots, she finally gets to stretch her legs a bit when Boots departs on his own South Atlantic crossing. Join Kitty as she introduces you to her favorite spot of all in Cape Town.

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My Life So Far

An inmate of the Butterfly Pavilion near Denver

When I was attending Bowling Green State University, I kept a sort of journal off and on for the entire time. In fact, for some years after. So far in my life, I’ve stopped doing that. Maybe for the same reason that on my first trip to Paris, I didn’t take a camera. I made a couple of drawings of some of the decor on Notre Dame, though. That butterfly picture is not trying to make a statement, by the way. I just like it. I choose pictures that sort of go with the theme of my post, but that’s as far as it goes.

This is not an in-depth, heart-soothing account of a life of someone who has seen the light. I don’t know if I ever have. I don’t know if I ever want to. I’ve heard that you see the light as you’re dying, and I’m in no hurry. Not that it matters when it’s time, but still. This post is actually about regrets.

It is true, and I’m not the only one to have written the following, that I don’t regret anything I honestly tried to do but failed at, but I do regret things I didn’t try, or didn’t give an honest effort to. Hey, I coulda been a contender, right? For what, I don’t know, but still, hey! If you read this blog, you have no doubt noticed in the past six months or so that most of my posts have been repostings from Odd Godfrey. I’ve been vicariously circumnavigating the planet with them for about six and a half years as of now. I actually met them for the first time at their bon voyage party in San Diego, quite a few moons ago, but I’ve also visited with them every time they’ve been back in Vegas for a short visit. Their boat, named Sonrisa, says “Las Vegas, Nevada” under her name. (They use “her” so don’t talk to me about that issue.) Why this long bit about them? Because, when I was nineteen, I had a chance to try out for a summer job at Cedar Point, Ohio (headquarters of Cedar Fair, the amusement park company.) They had, and probably still do, musical acts preceding some of their shows, such as the first IMAX theater I ever saw.* I chose instead to spend my summer counting parts in an IBM warehouse in Boca Raton, Florida. I had a good summer, but I always wonder what would have happened to my life if I’d gotten a job at Cedar Point as a musician. I love making music, always have. I genuinely regret not giving it a try. Yeah, might’ve flopped, might’ve died by choking on a ham sandwich, maybe lots of stuff, but I should have tried it.

I also wanted to be a writer. My first wife, who to be honest would have been financing the effort, said no way, so I gave up on the idea. Could I have done that anyway, along with a series of jobs for which I was temperamentally unsuited? Maybe. Or at least at the same time as, but I chose to be conventional. Trust me, if you have any creative urges, give up on the idea of being conventional; it’s not worth it, and besides, you don’t really want to be, do you? Well, I write now, but so far nobody’s paying me for what I turn out. That will change, and luckily, my multiple attempts at a normal career (some of which were actually okay) have left me with some pension. Not a huge one, but enough to finance living in France, which I’ll be doing (I don’t say no to adventures anymore.) So, I’m a writer. Also, I have a YouTube channel for my music (nothing uploaded yet) so I’ll be doing a musician bit even though I’m, as my son points out, older than dirt. **

Here I am at 73 years old, starting a new life. Well, why not? I stretch and exercise regularly, so I don’t really suffer a lot of aches and pains. I do crosswords and play other mind games to keep sharp. And, though I’m slow, I still can run, and I’m still about as strong as I ever was. Yeah, that strong. Hulk has nothing to fear from me! Next post I’ll talk about why France, and what I’m planning to do next. (I hope to have some music uploaded shortly.)

Later!

*The first film was about The Grand Canyon, and quite impressive, if devoid of any plot.

**Things were just so nice and clean before dirt!

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Friends Over the Horizon — OddGodfrey: The Oddly Compelling Story of a Sailing Circumnavigation of the World

Isn’t sailing around the world a bit lonely? We get this question sometimes, and in this post we answer it in a round about way. Making and maintaining friendship while cruising is a unique experience. It’s a nod to the inevitable ebb and flow of people physically present in your life. Join us in th

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