Massi and Regine have returned to Basel, leaving New England somewhat short on booze, my liver lookin’ out for better weather, and yet amazingly, the Firehouse cleaner. Thank you very much. They spread good will, good cheer, good music and good times everywhere we went, and if anyone is wondering if Massi had a good time:Come back soon, we miss you already.
Welcome to the newest Mariners, Marc Bernier and Keith Chomka.
Having ‘Crossed the Line’ and made their peace with Neptunus Rex (and his lovely wife Amphitrite) last week, they are no longer pollywogs, joining the ranks of that rare brotherhood of Mariners.
The first responsibility of every new Mariner is to enjoy (?) a Dog’s Nose, which they seem to be doing with great gusto. Congratulations!
Unlike Marty’s story, we don’t have any idea who those other guys are, or why that guy has that keyboard, but Massi has been proclaimed the “Finest Spoon Player Ever at Dooley’s.”
The barkeep was a little confused by Massi’s request for “wooden spoons” and replied in his best Boston, “Ya meen lahk sah-lad spuhns?”
You can see the metal soup spoon result of great moments in International communication.
Check it out. Our very own Marty Groody (aka, Marty Stalder) playing tunes (on the right) with his band Chris Morgan and the IR-REGULARS.
The picture is of them playing at Raglan Road, which is in the Disney Village Marketplace in Orlando, Florida. The fiddler is Colin Farrel from Grada. In Marty’s words:
Normally only ‘Imported Irish Bands play there. I believe we are one of the few ‘Yanks’ groups to play there. It is a great milestone for us ‘Yanks’!!
Mighty. Also, Chris Morgan and the IR-REGULARS are scheduled to do a live CD in November at a Seminole, Florida gig.
One of my favorite pastimes as a younger Mariner was visiting older Mariner’s houses and, beer in hand, staring at the ‘Family Photos’ of Deep Rivers, Westbrooks and Guilfords past. Some went back to the sixties, some of the faces I’d recognize, most aged since then, some gone to the great Muster beyond.
The Mariners, time and technology march invariably onward, and somewhere on this march, the Family Photo tradition died. Professional photographers couldn’t cover costs doing it in the digital age, and I hear, that someone, somewhere building bonehenge out of the photographer’s staging one drunken night didn’t help.
Proudly, this year, The Mariners managed to loosely organize ourselves and a camera at Westbrook. Here’s the result, and here’s to future generations of Mariners wondering what happened to Dan’s hair between the last family photo and this one and whose face is behind Woody’s Ale, if they can figure out who’s who at all.
The remnants of Tropical Storm Hanna passed through Guilford Saturday night, but were no match for the revelry, hawaiian prints and margarita machine at Clint and Carlye’s wedding.
The bride and groom were beautiful, Dick was properly attired in foul weather gear, and Rogi and Daniel had a scantily clad dip in the pond. Nuptials and a Hurricane Party all in one.
October 1st, 2008 by 
Dan'l
Come back soon, we miss you already. 
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