Welcome to the new Squid Row.
Squid Row is my little corner of the cyberworld where I can ramble on, meet and converse with old friends and new, and generally convey my odd-ball thoughts, practice my electronic hobbies and look out through this window on the world. It my version of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville. It is a place of refuge that is ever-changing, ever-evolving. It is a place I can go to explore the backroads of my memories and challenge the frontiers of my mind and a place to discover the wonders of the Internet.
The idea for Squid Row was born of my love of all things electronic, the desire to continue to learn and grow and my love of language and the images and scopes it can portray to the reader. It was spawned from a perverse fondness for puns and other unusual word combinations that played tricks on the ear and the mind. If you were to mention Skid Row to someone, most people would conjure up visions of derelicts down on their luck, those dyed-in-wool bums in the Bowery on the lower East Side of New York.
So then, imagine an old derelict sailor who escapes the fenced confines of military intelligence (now there's an oxymoron). Where would he go? A few might expect he would take up residence on Squid Row? What would be the obvious projection when some would describe their place of residence as Squid Row? I have decided to take a journey to that place, that Squid Row and I've made it my equivalent of Jimmy Buffett's Margaritaville for this old sailor, a kind of organized chaos.
This then is where I dwell in the cyber world. If you're so inclined, you can read my opinions in the blogs or, perhaps, you can delve into the depths of my family's history and follow my ancestral trails from England, Ireland and Germany, plus a few other countries from whence my forefathers emigrated to the United States. You can laugh along with me at some inane jokes and share some of my experiences along that great river of life. And I'll have links to some of my favorites sporting teams and events. And, of course, there will be other items, places I go to get web goodies, news and information. Hopefully, it may help some others who need to find similar information.
But I remind you, this is my little piece of clutter on the web. It may not be to your liking, but I hope it will stir your thoughts or open a new horizon.
So, welcome to my cyber home. It might even look nice when it's finished. My apologies if you go to a page that's still under construction. Content may be sparse at first. I have web sites strewn all over the world wide web and I will be consolidating all those sites into one home, so I'll have the information I want at hand.
To my friends and shipmates:
The lines below are from the song "Palm Tree Farm" written & performed by Jim Morris. The song expresses how many sailors, including myself, view the relationship with their friends.
The best friends are the ones who let you travel your own way
Years go by, but it seems like yesterday
Life is filled with maintenance until the day you die
Don't let the details bog you down or life will pass you by
Music is a big part of my life. The song Sailor, which you are listening to now, was inspired by a poem written by Barb Munroe and set to music by Tom Becker. This song was played at the 1987 dedication of the Navy Memorial in Washington, D. C., and heard over Armed Forces Radio worldwide. I am very fortunate and proud to call Tom, and his wife Michelle, Becker friends and privleged they have allowed me to use the song on this site. They have dedicated this song to the men and women of the U. S. Navy, past and present. I have put it on my site for all the sailors I know . . .