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What
is a ParrotHead state of mind?
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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?
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"Who knows?"
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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.
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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
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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?
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"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
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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.
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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.
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Early efforts at bungee-jumping
on Poco Cabesa
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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.
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| 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
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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.
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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:
Guest
Book
We'll keep you
informed about performances, audio offerings, and
parole dates.
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Poco
Cabesa gymnasts, Berlin Olympics, 1936
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However long your visits,
each stop will hopefully amuse and confuse, enlighten and
annoy, or maybe even inspire.
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Enjoy your stay!
Or at least endure it with quiet dignity.
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