A Day of Remembrance

My heart warmed today actually seeing an American Flag at half-staff in remembrance of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor 70 years ago. Recently, there is a move to erase the memory of that horrific event, lest we promote “racism.” Let's not forget the militarization of Japan during the early 1900's. The Japanese naval victory over the Russian fleet in 1905. The treaties in 1921 and 1922 with Japan, as the world slowly acknowledged the growing military monster. The Rape of Nanking in the 1930's would be forgotten if it had not been filmed by Germans. The government of Japan still denies it happened. Let's not forget that Japanese naval forces were already launched and steaming towards Pearl Harbor, while their diplomatic delegation in Washington DC was assuring our President, to the last hour, that they would not attack. Throughout the war they were an excessively cruel enemy, and required the nuclear equivalent of a silver bullet to end the carnage. After spending 20 years defending our nation and living in Japan for a year, it galls me to hear on the news today that our President's children ate Japanese food at their school today. Somebody in the school should be fired. Any other day is fine. Let's remember history as it actually happened and make common sense decisions to deal with it. We have a growing militaristic menace in Asia right now, called China. As a people can we not even stand up to the passive-aggressive misfits in our midst that get their jollies by feeding school kids Japanese food on Pearl Harbor Day? With that kind of thinking, the American Dream will be erased from our memory also, as we sit in our Japanese cars, obeying Shariah Law, and paying taxes to the Chinese Communist government.  Are there any men left in our society?  --Ben Kuykendall

Homeless Families in Florida

With foreclosures still climbing and jobs still shrinking, more families are finding themselves homeless.  A recent  14-minute video documentary by CBS looked at the growing problem of homeless families forced to live in their cars.  Interesting is the fact that one third of the homeless families in America live in Florida.  Day-to-day it is hard to notice because so many of the families work hard to hide their situation to prevent the State from taking away their kids.  The video is posted at:  http://www.cbsnews.com/video/watch/?id=7389750n&tag=pop;videos

The Saddest Place

Why would St. Petersburg, Florida, top the list of saddest places to live?  It has beautiful beaches and holds the record for once having 768 straight days of sunshine.  Three days ago, Men's Health magazine posted an article named "Frown Towns" that lists St. Petersburg as the saddest place to live in America.  They calculated suicide rates and unemployment rates, along with statistics on the percentage of households that use antidepressants and the number of people who report feeling blue.  Sounds like good science, but the result is crazy.  This place is surrounded by warm water, plenty of vegetation, miles of white sand beaches, sunshine almost everyday, and many of the people were successful enough to allow them retirement here.  To go one step further, the article listed Fargo, North Dakota, as the third happiest place to live.  Definitely, common sense was lacking.  Right now I am sitting in shorts and a t-shirt, with the heat off and the windows open, feeling the fresh breeze, and looking at sunshine on green vegetation and blue water.  People in Fargo are worrying about the coming winter, occasionally thinking that it would be nice to escape and sit on a beach in Florida.  But people here are not sitting around wishing they were in Fargo.  The article is at:  http://www.menshealth.com/best-life/frown-towns  In the meantime, I will be reporting live from the saddest place in America.

Snell Isle Apartments

Where is a good place to live?  Decided to spend the winter in St Petersburg, Florida.  A few years ago, kindness swept over the city council and they started feeding the homeless.  Untold numbers of bums moved here for the free food, the warm weather, and the sympathy.  Downtown areas degenerated and crime skyrocketed, while decent people and businesses fled for safety. A new city council has spent the past year kicking out bums and generally making it a great place for working people and new businesses.  Was fortunate to find a short-term sublease in a luxury apartment complex by the water, in a part of town that has the lowest crime rate in the Tampa Bay area.  Will it be too sleepy?  Here are a few pictures:

Dominican Republic versus Puerto Rico

Thirty years ago the President of the Dominican Republic visited Haiti and remarked that he hoped that one day his country would have a city as nice as the Haitian capital, Port-au-Prince.  Over little more than a generation, the relative position of the two countries changed dramatically.  Today, Santo Domingo, the capital city of the Dominican Republic, is a developing city of 3 million people with a growing economy and a strong leadership position in the culture and economy of the entire Caribbean basin.  While Port-au-Prince has sunk so low in its own sloth and filth that the filth is literally killing it with a raging Cholera epidemic that no amount of foreign aid or bleeding hearts can lift it out of.  What is the difference?  In a simple sense, Haiti receives an incredible amount of direct foreign aid and the Dominican Republic is forced to only accept loans targeted for specific development projects.  One country has drowned in welfare, the other has had to endure tough love.  Tough love is winning by a mile.  Can we predict the future with the Dominican Republic's other neighbor, Puerto Rico?  The numbers are tricky to dig out, but Puerto Ricans as a defined group probably receive larger U.S. handouts per person than even inner-city blacks living in the States.  The figures are hidden in subsidized businesses, tax credits, and a myriad of other governmental smoke and mirror budgeting tricks, but the effect is that the Puerto Rican economy is only floating on the largesse of the U.S. taxpayer.  It takes so long to check out at the grocery store because of all the different welfare cards that are used to pay for items.  Two overloaded shopping carts can come to a grand total of less than $20 actual cash.  Of course it takes a nice new SUV to carry everything home.  The next time you hear that Puerto Rico is poor and needs help go see for yourself before you waste your money.  Puerto Rico is drowning in welfare and there exists no real, productive economy.  This cannot last much longer, once the American taxpayers start demanding more value for their hard-earned dollars. In thirty more years, I predict that the Dominican Republic will be far ahead of neighboring Puerto Rico.  In the past year alone, the noticeable increase in small business investment is amazing and heartwarming.  Tough love and financial  reality, building a better future.

Picking up Police Hitchhikers

Peter Loenning and I drove to Luperon to see a boat he has been working on.  It was sunk in the harbor and he raised it.  On the way, we saw a policeman with the National Police hitchhiking alongside the road.  He was going to Luperon also, so we gave him a ride.  What a contrast to American policemen.  The cops in America all seem to drive nice new cars and most are not physically capable of walking any great distance.  In fact the only time I see them out of the car is to get something more to eat.  But, then again American taxpayers are too nice to really protest.  It is easier to write another check than to take a stand.  In the Dominican Republic, the people actually resist the government noose.  Because of that they have slim, trim, good looking cops that are grateful for a ride to work.  

Return to the Domincan Republic

Yesterday started with a car ride across Puerto Rico for a quick walking tour of Old San Juan and then jumping out at the Airport for a flight to Santo Domingo, in the Domincan Republic.  The long awaited, highly publicized ferry from Puerto Rico to the Dominican Republic is still not operational for passengers, regardless of what their website says.  A last minute purchase of a airline ticket with my name misspelled made things harder than they had to be with security.  Landing in an unfamiliar city after dark, without a firm grasp of the language, kept the day challenging.  I finally got a hotel room for $16 right next to the cross-country bus station.  This morning was a 4-hour bus ride and then a short motorcycle ride to Sosua.  The pictures show the beach at Sosua and the Dive shop where I became a PADI Divemaster.

Sailing to St. Croix, USVI

18 April 2011
Left Boqueron, Puerto Rico, about 1:00 pm.  Last night, the boat next to Andy Messing's boat sank.  A weird start for a sailing trip, but sadder still is the story of the sunken boat's owner, who sailed into the Boqueron harbor 22 years ago and has not left.  Like his boat, the end will come, as he slips below the surface of life.  Calm weather and flat seas as we motored out the bay and past the Los Morillos lighthouse, then headed East for the run to St. Croix.  We anchored for the night in the lee of Gilligan's Island, then Andy cooked Prime Rib.  We met a cruising couple anchored nearby, named Dave and Colleen, sailing on a 35-foot boat to Grenada.

19 April 2011
Slow start this morning, but a great breakfast.  Pulled the anchor at 9:00 am and motored over clear, glassy seas with a visible bottom 36-feet down.  Swung south of Caye de Muertos and then angled in to the Salinas harbor.  The anchorage was crowded, so we anchored along the channel and ate steaks with salad and baked potatoes.  The DVD player decided not to work, so it was an early evening.  So far, this cruise has been quite easy.

20 April 2011
Left Salinas and motored to Roosevelt Roads Marina.  Met Tim and Angie, friends of Andy's, who charter their boat, S/V Spirit, at http://www.cruisingspirit.com  Also met Commander Dan, the Navy employee in charge of the closed base.  Roosevelt Roads was an important base to the US Navy during the last century, especially with the nearby island of Vieques as a training range for naval gunnery and naval air support.  Local political agitation caused the Navy to leave the facility a few years ago.  Now the entire facility is a cesspool of corrupt political machinations as Puerto Rican politicians attempt to claim the harbor, airfield, base housing, and other facilities as prizes.  The stories of government waste and local greed were entertaining, but sobering when one thinks of the power of the US Navy defeated by a few welfare-class malcontents.  Who is running our country these days?

21 April 2011
Rented a car and drove to Fajardo, a cookie-cutter piece of modern America, with Walmart, Pep Boys, Subway, McDonald's, Burger King, Walgreen's, etc., etc., etc.......  Andy reserved a boat slip at the Sun Bay Marina in Fajardo, for when he returns in June.  Sun Bay Marina is an exceptional facility that stands out like a rose among thorns, mostly because the manager, named Olga, actually manages.  Spent the night on Andy's boat listening to tall tales told by the Chief of Security at Roosevelt Roads.  Seeking to fill some personal void, he pushed the limits describing his "Special Forces" exploits in Vietnam.  My guess is that he was much better at cleaning his rifle than actually using it.  After all his hot air, at the end of the night, he was just another drunk stumbling off a boat, and another corrupted spirit as he drove home drunk, in flagrant violation of his position as chief cop on the base.

22 April 2011
Left Roosevelt Roads about 10:00 am and motored five hours to the eastern end of Vieques.  Our secluded anchorage was violated by the intrusion of a garishly-painted small, misshapen sailboat festooned with a skull and crossbones and other odd flags.  The two white men on board had rastafarian dreadlocks, but spoke French, one with a woman's voice, and the boat's registration numbers were replaced by the word Liberte.  Not sure how they got to this point in life, but surely daddy's trust fund enabled their self-styled facade of freedom.

23 April 2011
Made it to Green Cay Marina in St. Croix, USVI, by midafternoon.  Andy's boat, S/V Ark Angel, was placed in a slip next to S/V Patriot, a beautiful Hylas sailboat owned by Cecil Bailey and Jan Zeller, long-time friends of Andy's.  It was a relief to be safely tied up and know that, for now, the trip was over.

24 April 2011
Ate brunch at the nearby Deep End Bar and then went for a 3-mile walk to Christiansted, USVI.  Andy, Cecil, and Jan found me in their rental car and we took a sightseeing trip to the west end of St. Croix.  St. Croix used to export agricultural products.  Now, the farmland lies idle and processed food is imported from the US.  The native Virgin Islanders seem to be doing much better on welfare than they ever did working.  Fancy cars and fast motorcycles are common.  Not sure how so many people without jobs can afford $15,000 motorcycles, but they have a great gig.  Probably a good thing the US taxpayer is so generous and can afford to pay their bills, the young men wear so much gold jewelry that working around any machinery or tools would be a safety hazard.  I did see some houses that looked unfit for habitation, but the occupants did not seem to mind.  They can always escape to the new car parked in the yard.  Maybe the US taxpayer should clean their houses for them too, so they can be "just like us."

25 April 2011
Morning at the Deep End Bar and laps in the pool.  Brunch on the waterfront in downtown Christiansted.  The waitress was a self-proclaimed "highly-trained professional", whose blowhard fantasy provided an entertaining contrast to the sad reality of her untrained service.  A Pina Colada at the secluded Carambola Resort on the north shore was the highlight of the afternoon.  Then we ate a potluck supper with a group of nurses that Jan works with.

26 April 2011
Another morning of pool laps and coffee, then walked the marina looking for unique boats.  Figured I had put it off long enough, so went back to the boat and made flight reservations to return to Puerto Rico, then packed.  Andy made us a spaghetti dinner and we ate with Cecil and Jan.

27 April 2011
Cecil drove me to the airport.  Driving across St. Croix and seeing the way the local natives live was troublesome.  Most are on public assistance, but did you know that they can buy lottery tickets with their food assistance money?  Seems unfair to me that people struggling to pay their taxes should be subsidizing some welfare-class person's gambling.  With the drug and alcohol, and other lifestyle problems, rampant in the USVI, it seems that dialing back on the public assistance would provide an incentive to experience the therapeutic value of work.  The flight to San Juan, Puerto Rico, was bumpy.  Catching the Linea Sultana van to ride across Puerto Rico was problematic and it was 9:00 pm before I finally crawled into a local taxi for the last leg of the trip home.

Returning to Boqueron, Puerto Rico

Just returned home to Boqueron, Puerto Rico, from Luperon, Dominican Republic.  I sailed on The S/V Ark Angel, a 41-foot Morgan Catalina Classic with Skipper/Owner Andy Messing and his friend Eric Brockmyre.  Both are retired Army officers from Key West, FL.  Overall, we had a great trip.  The Mona Passage between the two islands has a nasty reputation, but it was quite civilized for us.  This trip is into the prevailing trade winds and currents, so the term sailing is a misnomer because we motored most of the way.  Since Puerto Rico is a U.S. Territory, we had to stay on the boat overnight, while our well-paid Homeland Security crew made a decision on how we should clear in.  In the end, we had to drive to Mayaguez to roust a sleepy, over-fed government worker out of a locked, mostly deserted office to give him information he already had.  Loads of drugs and illegals regularly flow into Puerto Rico, but a crew of retired military officers on a law-abiding, licensed boat must scrape and bow to enter their own country.

Sailing To Luperon, Dominican Republic

Just arrived in Luperon, Dominican Republic, on the S/V Ellida, with Tom Jones and Karmen Chow.  It was a good trip.  Tom is a great skipper, Karmen is a wonderful chef, and S/V Ellida is a solid boat that is ready for a few more trips around the Caribbean.

Tom and Karmen on S/V Ellida

Some friends from the summer of 2009 in Luperon, Dominican Republic, are in the Boqueron, PR, harbor waiting on parts for their autopilot before continuing farther West.  They have spent the last 4 years sailing in the Caribbean.  They made it as far south as Trinidad.  Now they are heading back to the U.S. to take a break from cruising and replenish their bank accounts.

Snorkeling in Boqueron Bay, Puerto Rico

Went out snorkeling this morning on a reef in the mouth of the Boqueron Bay.  In the picture (L-R) are:  Bob, Clarence, Denise, and Marie.  Clarence lives in Puerto Rico, while Bob, Denise, and Marie are on an extended vacation from the winter rigors of New Hamshire.

St. Patty's Day Parade in Boqueron, PR

Even though Boqueron is in Puerto Rico, they have a St. Patty's Day parade.  Maybe that's because the largest bar and restaurant there is named Galloways and the owner is Irish.  Anyway, there is a parade and a celebration.  In Puerto Rico, any excuse for a party will do.

Surfing Competition

Domes Beach, on the western tip of Puerto Rico is named for the remaining dome of a 1960's era nuclear power plant nearby. It is a very popular surfing spot and Saturday, March 12, I watched some of the qualifying rounds for the Corona Extra Pro Surf Circuit . Here are some pictures, plus a video at this link:

Bio-Luminescent Bay at La Parguera, PR

One of the unique tourist attractions in Puerto Rico are the bio-luminescent bays. Small bodies of water along the coast, with restricted connections to fresh ocean water, develop large populations of phosphorescent marine organisms. At night, when you disturb the water, the organisms glow. It is quite fun to jump in the water on a dark night and watch the glow around your feet and hands as you tread water. You can even float and make glowing "snow angels" in the water. Aunt Ginny and I went with Paradise Scuba from La Parguera to the nearby bio-luminescent bay. At $32 dollars apiece, it was okay to do it once, but we probably won't make a career out of it. The following link takes you to a Google Map to show where it is: Bio-Bay at La Parguera

Snorkeling at La Parguera, PR

Aunt Ginny and I went snorkeling with Paradise Scuba in La Parguera, Puerto Rico, yesterday afternoon. We went with a group of about 20 people, mainly 20-somethings, many of whom had never snorkeled before. Stepping on the boat, it was obvious that it was not Coast Guard inspected, In fact, I never did see a life jacket. I wondered why they only started one engine, then watched later when they got into a situation requiring both engines, how a crew member reached into the engine compartment with a rusty hand file and jumped the starter solenoid to bring a sick engine to partial life. As you can tell, I am not recommending this outfit to anyone. The snorkeling was fun, but definitely not as visually entertaining as we experienced at Steps Beach in Rincon, PR.

Gilligan's Island

Drove to Guanica, Puerto Rico, this afternoon with Aunt Ginny to tour a small offshore cay where the television show "Gilligan's Island was filmed. A short ferry ride dropped us off and we walked around a small picnic area. The cay is pretty small and the real castaways would have quickly gone crazy, or swam ashore. We stayed an hour and caught the next ferry back. Still it was fun to reminisce about the good times spent watching the TV show. And for the record, I preferred Mary Ann.

Afternoon in Rincon, Puerto Rico

Today's first big mission was to go shopping for "frumpy" female clothes. No easy task on a tropical island where the women love to show off skin. But my Aunt Ginny who is visiting for a couple of weeks has a follow-on mission of teaching English in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, just a few days after she leaves Puerto Rico. Dress standards for teachers in Saudi Arabia are unique. We went to the Mayaguez Mall, which never ceases to amaze me. For an island that lives mainly on the largesse of the U.S. taxpayer, there sure does not seem to be any sign of an economic crisis in the mall. Fortunately, clothes fitting the "frumpy" description were available on the sale rack for a tremendous discount. Then we headed North to Rincon, the surf town that is the focus of the well-named book "Derelict Junction." Since hosting the 1968 World Surf Championships, the town is a hangout for worn-out surf bums and a pilgrimage spot for wannabe surfers holding regular jobs in the States. Meeting up with Mike Green, we went snorkeling in the Tres Palmas Marine Reserve. Lots of elkhorn coral and colored fish kept us occupied for an hour, and a tumble in the surf put us back on shore. Next, was a trip to the Rincon lighthouse, sitting on the westernmost tip of Puerto Rico, to watch the sunset. What comes after a beautiful sunset in Rincon? Well, a stop at Calypso's, by Maria's Beach, for a happy hour Rum Punch and a jalapeno cheeseburger, while we listened to a beach band led by a midget and watched tourists. A fitting end to a rough Monday in the tropics.

Radio Telescope at Arecibo

Yesterday, Aunt Ginny and I visited the world's largest radio telescope, which is located in Puerto Rico. The telescope has been operational since 1963. The telescope has been in two movies, the movie "Contact" and the James Bond movie "Goldeneye"