Fellow Bloggers–Heeeeelp!

Someone has so stuffed my WordPress Reader so full of unwanted sports stories that I don’t have time to scroll down far enough to get to the blogs that I do want to read. So if you’re used to me Liking your posts, or leaving comments, and you wonder what happened to me–I can’t find your stuff now, it’s been immersed in a sea of sports.

I hate modern professional and college sports. I do not want to read about them. Alas, I have no idea how to make it go away. And the WordPress communication, problem-solving, trouble-shooting thingy at the bottom right-hand corner of the page doesn’t work–when I start typing my question, it disappears.

English soccer! Indian cricket! American tennis!

I truly, deeply do not care.

I still have some love for baseball of the remote past, my past, when it still was baseball and not just a way of mining the public for money.

Can anybody out there help me dump all this sports crap out of my reader?

Yachting With No Pants On

One of my favorite writers was the late John D. MacDonald, best known for his Travis McGee series.

My wife and I were trying to remember which of the Travis McGee books contained MacDonald’s most embarrassing lapse as a writer–a little something about a boat with a nude all-girl crew. I mean, what ever possessed him to write such a thing?

We couldn’t find the book, but we did soon discover that “nude yachting” or “nude boating” have become big business. For a big pile of money, you can go on a “nude cruise.” John D, just didn’t realize how far ahead of the curve he was. (No, I will not provide a link. That would be free advertising.)

But to those who would take up this pastime, I have only two words.

Sunburn.

Splinters.

These two words, I believe, tell you all you need to know about frolicking around starkers all day long on the water, miles away from any shade. And on a wooden boat or yacht, do be careful of where you sit down.