Saturday, January 3, 2009 - Charlie's Transmission, Carlsbad NM
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Waiting for Charlie, Carlsbad NM, January 3, 2009
North Canal Street is the main drag through Carlsbad and traffic is constant and close and a bit noisy when the young whipper snappers show off their new glass packs.
What goes around comes around. I seem to remember a day not so long ago when I was one of those young whipper snappers with new glass packs and oh what fun it was running up and down Main Street showing them off. Somehow they seem louder now and a bit annoying.... why is that?
Night camp
Parking lot - Charlie's Transmission, Carlsbad NM
Rice Toss
After the dinner our hosts conducted us to the beach. Among the presents was a large supply rice for the fleet. It was put up in straw sacks or bales containing about 125 pounds each. By the pile stood a company of athletes or gymnasts chosen from the peasantry for their strength and size and trained for the service and entertainment of the court. At a signal from their leader, who was himself a giant of muscle and fat, a sort of human Jumbo, they began transporting the rice to the boats. It was more frolic than work. Some of thembore a bale on each hand above their heads, some would carry two laid crosswise on the shoulders and head, while others performed dextrous feats of tossing, catching, balancing them, or turning somersaults with them. I saw one nimble Titan fasten his talons in a sack, throw it down on the sand still keeping his hold, turn a somersault over it, throw it over him as he revolved, and come down sitting on the beach with the sack in his lap. Beat that who can. If you imagine it "as easy as preaching," try it the next time in a gymnasium. But let me advise you, first make your will.
The Logbook of the Captains Clerk, John J. Sewell, Lakeside Press, 1995 pg 256