Good Morning Gentle Readers,
Someone mentioned that today is NOT National BBQ day. I appreciate the sentiment, but, decades ago, your CONgress decreed that Memorial Day *is* a three day holiday. The main reasons given at the time were to facilitate partying and to give federal employees more three day weekends. Sure, they used big words, but the result is what you see today. The unintended consequence of that mandate is gridlocked highways and oversubscribed recreational facilities. It's the main reason why I stay home.
That and Memorial Day 1977. I realized, too late, that the river was an absolute zoo. My little hot rod was a retired circle racer, a Raysoncraft flatbottom with very little freeboard. The Saturday morning ride up river wasn't bad, but getting back was nuts. The water was choppy and crowded, which meant plowing through at a fast idle, making it impossible to keep enough forward momentum to prevent the sloppy, three foot swells from washing over the transom. There was way too much water for the bilge pump to handle and the damn thing sunk right in front of Sundance Saloon, on the Parker Strip. Sundance is where the wet tee shirt contest was pretty much invented. Ironically, I had just rescued a guy from the same fate. Apparently, no good deed remains unpunished.
BONUS: An outstanding live version of Manic Monday