Friday, May 21, 2010
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Bridge To Bridge
What an interesting day. 05:00 am start so that could be on the water and "on station" by 08:00 am for race day.
What am I talking about? The Hawksbury River Bridge to Bridge. I was asked by a friend to help him be a marshal on the course (river) and he need another person to help out.
We had to help contestants if they broke down or had an accident and warn other vessels coming through as well as keep an eye out for debris in the river. We also recorded the number of every vessel and the time as they went passed. Boy some of them are fast. From our spot, we had to be there for two races, one for boats only and one with skiers. There were about 70 boats in the first race and close to 90 in the second.
What a great day!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
ANZAC Day Spirit
An Australian soldier on the day he was evacuated from Anzac.Photo from www.anzacsite.gov.au:
Today is ANZAC Day. It is a day or remembrance.
My thoughts about today is that it is about remembering what our soldiers have done and are currently doing for us. It is not about the glorification of war. We must respect our soldiers. They put their lives on the line for us, so we can maintain the freedoms and lifestyles we have. Let us remember their deeds and hope that the current serving soldiers can come home alive and safe.
Sport is very Australian. We use it to show the respect and courage of our society. Today there are games of football in different codes showing their form of appreciation to our soldiers, both fallen and serving. Good luck to all involved and thanks.
"They shall not grow old, as we are that are left grow old, Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them."
"Lest we forget."
Friday, April 23, 2010
“How was your golf game, dear?” asked Jack’s wife Tracy.
“Well, I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.”
“But you’re seventy-five years old, Jack!” admonished his wife, “Why don’t you take my brother Scott along?”
“But he’s eighty-five and doesn’t even play golf anymore,” protested Jack.
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball,” Tracy pointed out.
The next day Jack teed off with Scott looking on. Jack swung, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway. “Do you see it?” asked Jack.
“Yup,” Scott answered.
“Well, where is it?” yelled Jack, peering off into the distance.
“I forgot.”
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