| Forget about it, Sparrow. He got there way before you did. |
Ramblings, observations, and lessons of a man who started curious, turned pirate, and is fully in love with water and sailing upon it. These are the records of a scoundrel who lives for wooden boats, music, rum, ale, and all things shiny.
BLUE LOU LOGAN: THE ROGUE'S CHOICE FOR PRESIDENT
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Sunday, July 8, 2012
Portrait of a pirate as a young boy
35 years ago. 1977. Best known to those of my kind as the year of Star Wars. That momentous day was May 25th, which should have been duly celebrated two months ago with your own personal recreation of the Mos Eisley cantina (just leave the droids outside) or at least a plastic cup of blue milk. But I want you to go back to earlier in the spring, before the world learned of The Force, before Han Solo became this geek's favorite captain. Back to when my favorite captain was named...Hook.
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