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With apologies to Mr. Twain.
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What is a ParrotHead state of mind?

Is it slipping "A1A" into the tape-deck and grinning even though you're sitting in the left lane at a stop light on a hot morning behind some joker in one of those ungodly huge luxury pickups who just switched on his turn-signal and you're already ten minutes late for work?

When the coast is clear.
Hard work pay off in much fun.
"Who knows?"

Or maybe it's juggling a job, two kids, a second car that needs new tires, plus loving a husband who's having a mid-life crisis and still being able to smile and sing the MargaritavilleŽ national anthem at the rumor of an ice-cold pitcher.

 
Maybe it's just knowing that no matter how tough things get, they can always get worse. Like getting stuck in an elevator full of over-scented secretaries doing Celine Dion imitations and cooing about Brad Pitt.
 

A wise man. . . or maybe it was a woman. . . probably was. . . Well, somebody smart once said:

"The ParrotHead that can be defined is not the ParrotHead."

So let's just leave it at that, okay?

 
 
The Tropics beckon.
 

"What is it that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man's breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery! To know that you are walking where none others have walked; that you are beholding what human eye has not seen before; that you are breathing a virgin atmosphere. To give birth to an idea -- to discover a great thought."
-- Mr. Twain

Like Bubba says, you don't want anyone doing your thinking for you, no matter how abused, bemused, or befuddled you might be at any particular moment in time. I mean, that's why there are institutions like night court and "Judge Judy," right? Still, that's pretty much how things work (or don't) on Poco Cabesa.

 

Do you feel lucky?
(Of course you do, you're a ParrotHead!)

And you are about to enter a world that only someone with ParrotHead tendencies could love. Or believe. Or understand.

 

Early attempts at bungee jumping in Poco Cabesa.
Early efforts at bungee-jumping on Poco Cabesa

And, like all good things that arrive in reasonable abundance, dear reader, the landfall you have made is meant to be savored slowly, like fine wine or a supersize box of Ding-Dongs.

Unlike you, newcomer Hank Campbell (ex-Navy pilot and all-around compassionate conservative who just got laid-off from a minor airline) doesn't have time to savor anything.

Casting about for new opportunities, he unearthed an old offer from his former Navy Crew Chief to come to the tropics and run an air charter service on an island called Poco Cabesa.

 
Desperate Hank arrived expecting to find a future and instead found an economic disaster. That's because "Following the Equator Air & Sea Charters" currently consists of a badly listing houseboat, a venerable if somewhat cantankerous PBY-5 Catalina "Flying Boat" named Sylvester, an apparent idiot savant wrench-wrangling one man crew named Babala, and (it gets worse) Mad Jack Waller as his partner.
 

If Hank can't turn FTEA&S (franchises available on a to-be-determined date) into a profitable charter service, he's staring at going back to the bottom of the seniority-rolls and flying every "rat route" and freight run in the Northern Hemisphere before he gets a shot at decent rides.

Sylvester's brethren.
 

In other words, Hank's got a whole lot of hurry in front of him if he wants to avoid wage slave status until he's eligible for Social Security (assuming it's still there after the politicians get done with it).

But you, dear reader (and listener), need not dive in as deeply as Hank on your visits -- just click on the "HOME" link below and work your way around the map with the occasional bookmark.

Loiter for a while and listen to audio of episode one while you troll through the tales of the people and places of today, yesterday, and a real long time ago. It's an audio / visual treat for the senses and even seems to move if you shake your head real fast while you look at the screen.

Don't forget to keep up to date with our Guest Book. And peruse our Links and Kudos page -- Buffett, boats, seaplanes, ParrotHeads and fine spirits are designated for easy surfing using this island we call Poco Cabesa as your port of departure.

If you like any of what you see, or even if you don't, write! Or, if you're feeling especially frisky add your name to our:

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We'll keep you informed about performances, audio offerings, and parole dates.

 

We were so proud of these young ladies!
Poco Cabesa gymnasts, Berlin Olympics, 1936

You'll have as much fun as they did!
However long your visits, each stop will hopefully amuse and confuse, enlighten and annoy, or maybe even inspire.

Incommunicado.

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Just some shade for my head.

Enjoy your stay!
Or at least endure it with quiet dignity.

 
 
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