SPRING IS IN THE AIR!
Yellow Daffodils and Purple Japanese Magnolia Blossoms!
TIME TO CELEBRATE THE SEASON AND HEAD FOR THE BEACHES!

Ecclesiastes 3:1
King James Bible (Cambridge Ed.)
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:



Much of Panama City has changed over the past sixty years. An international airport, modern highways, shopping centers and high rises have replaced much of what was almost a wilderness just after WWII. Change has been a certainty and our adaptation to change a necessity but some things haven't changed. The sun has its cycle, the moon its phases and the tides ebb and flow and in the month of March, the sun's warmth renews our world and the cobia move west just off Panama City Beach's shoreline along their ancient migratory path. As I write this column in the middle of January, most cobia are feeding in deep waters south of Panama City but in the next few days an an ancient genetic program will be triggered and the cobia will begin its spawning migration to their breeding grounds off of the Mississippi River delta. The sun passing over the equator on the first day of spring; the full moon on March 27th; the gradual warming of Gulf waters; all of these are factors which put the cobia on its path to migration. Regardless of why they begin their journey, the path of the cobia leads through the water just off Panama City's shoreline and somewhere, somehow, exactly the same factors that lead the cobia to our beaches triggers the detonation of a DNA timebomb and we drop everything we're doing and HEADING FOR THE BEACHES!

In the 9 to 5 SUBURBATORY











For us Retirees, that's not necessarily a signal to try to fit into a new bathing suit but a beckoning call to visit the surf  barefooted, wearing bermuda shorts and hoping the water is warm enough so that we can wade out about knee deep so we can get in a good cast with the surf fishing rod we stored some time before Thanksgiving.




The BIG THING I LEARNED from the road was to remember and pay attention to what you dream while you are asleep. I haven't traveled much in the past 17years, however, before I settled down and started a family, I was on the road for over three years. Before that, I traveled every summer from '72 until '83. I spent a whole lot of time on both coasts of the U.S. & Canada plus seven extended trips to Ecuador with a couple of excursions to Colombia and Peru
When you are in a strange place and a dream wakes you up in the middle of the night, don't go back to sleep. Pull out a notebook and start writing what you experienced. Not only that, if you're somewhere with a radio or television, turn it on and make some coffee. Read what you have written, think about what you have experienced and try to remember what amazed you about the dream and try to relate it to what you know to be familiar.

I have dreamed things that are completely alien to my experiences in this life.
My hypothesis is that the one who dwells within[call it a guardian angel] is like an editor who takes all the experiences and emotions of the conscious world and splices together a videotape[a.k.a. your dream] which mirrors in a bizarre way THE REAL WORLD. This cat who dwells within really does hold all the cards and he/she wants the best for you.
That's the best advice I could give. In fact, I am going to copy this post and email it to my 16 year old son, Christopher.
best,
robertoreg http://robertoreg.blogspot.com/





From Bobby Dupree, Rusty Crumpton & Keith Brewer of the Rockin' Gibraltars:

Russ Shaw booked us to open up for Jimi at the Bakersfield Civic Center. We played our set and got off stage so Jimi could come on and do his show. I went up to the dressing room to change, and then went back down and stood at the side of the stage. Jimi played a couple of songs, and then started his rendition of “The Stars Spangled Banner”. Not many people know this, but Jimi was very patriotic, he even supported the war in Viet Nam. He was also Airborne certified.
But back to the story.
The manager of the Bakersfield Civic Center was an old WWII veteran, and of course he was very patriotic too. When he heard Jimi playing “The Stars Spangled Banner” the way only Jimi could play it, the guy got so pissed off, that he went back behind the stage and cut off the power. All that was heard was Mitch Mitchell’s drums ringing through the auditorium. Well, Jimi went back behind the curtains and said, “Who turned off the power?” The WWII vet said “I did.” Jimi went over to him and slugged this guy in the face, knocking him off the stage. Of course, all HELL broke loose, and cops and Warner Brothers executives were everywhere. The cops were going to arrest Jimi but after some negotiations, and a $5000.00 check Russ Shaw made out to the guy, the concert was stopped, and Jimi got in his stretch limo with his two white girlfriends and went back to LA.
This is the true EXPERIENCE we had with Jimi Hendrix. We never saw him or played with him again.
Bobby Dupree with Rusty Crumpton andKeith Brewer