I’m sure you’ve all heard about the ‘Green Flash’ that occurs immediately after the sun sets…It is so hard to see because it usually only lasts a fraction of a second and your eyes are already toast from you glaring at the sun anyway.  Well, here are some pictures I took on the Florida Panhandle over Thanksgiving. As a note, the beaches were beautiful.

What’s not to like about a sunset?

And the mysterious Green Flash….

Nantucket…..Tuckernuk Island

Located just off the west end of Nantucket, this island has maintained the charm of old Cape Cod.  We caught fish for dinner several nights and dug up clams for others.  Alex, Kate and her brother Christian and I caught the weather just about perfect.

Early to bed….early to rise and catch this view.

A lone walk followed by footprints in the sand.

You must try my fish cassarole sometime.

Alex can actually cook when he’s not birding…..

…..or cleaning up the beach.

Kate, Christian and Alex stop for a picture while discussing the future of film and the environment.

This girl can dig up a clam faster’n most and lawd her lil brother made us some fried clam fritters!!!!

Gogo arrived and immediately picked over the bones of a seal carcass. Can’t wait to see that jewelry creation.


OIL Damnit

I know….I’ve not posted a picture of me and Jimmy Buffett on the panhandle at the beginning of April….yes I do have pictures of the master stopping the bud truck drivers….but since then the oil has poisoned the Gulf of Mexico….it is devastating to watch.  I hoped it was over days later, and now months later we all morn the Gulf.  When I went to France ballooning….the oil poured….I went to Hannah’s wedding on Cumberland Island, the oil poured…at least 10 times more than the fuckers admitted at first….ONE LOVE ONE OCEAN….I am going to visit the homeland of south Alabama very soon…..pray, stay tuned…go down and spend money.

Gary Downs didn’t know what he was about to encounter when Jimmy showed up at his Bud Truck. Funny how a regular day turns into something else quickly.


A friend turns 60 and that is just a fine excuse to go anywhere, especially the Big Island. Hanging out in Kona for a few days, and then over to the other side of the island for some yoga and hikes around the beautiful lava!

I don’t know why living in paradise is so appealing when it is all on top of an active volcano, but it is.

Cheeseburger PLEASE!!!

Cedar Key, Cumberland Island, Palm Beach…..2010 off to a good start!

Cedar Key is a tiny fishing village on the Gulf of Mexico….foreign tourists don’t miss this place when they come to Florida yet most Americans have never heard of it. I suggest you go there expecting that you will wonder why you’re there when you get there! Just poke around, eat some seafood, and learn the history. You will want to go back I’m pretty sure, and yet you still won’t know just why.

Cumberland Island once again lured me for New Years Eve. A pig roast at the barn with a wonderful array of people and great music is not a bad way to ring in the new year.

Palm Beach….the wealthy people that reide here over the winter appear immune to the recession ….it really was beautiful, and one friend was entertaining in the surf when he isn’t entertaining on tour!

A happy surfer…lookn for a shaker of salt.

Bobbo Air on Cedar Key tarmac

This is all there is, and plenty enough to enjoy! Cedar Key rocks.

Cumberland Island

Gogo lookn for bones

Pig Roasting on an open fire….

Ben and I and a couple of HdeM Galahad’s

Zihautanejo, Mexico

Oh hell, I was overdue for a overdose of tequilla, quacamole, and salt air. This sleepy little village on the Pacific coast proved to be a wonderful setting for a few days with friends as we invaded Casa Fiesta, up on the bluffs overlooking the ocean. If you want a place to take some friends, dine on amazing food from Chef Luvia and bask in the indulgences offered by the attentive staff (Enrique, JJ, and Bonito), and private amazing accomodations, this is it!

Video of the porpoises we saw offshore can be seen here:

New Years in South Florida

The ‘Car Boys’ hosted one of the most amazing New Year’s Eve Parties at their home in Palm Beach (you’d best visualize a stunning gated stone mansion). Yes, if fun times, exciting conversation (with exception of my very short one with Margo Kidder), stylish people (dressed fancily in everything from jeans to tuxedo’s), and lavish everything else beyond description with a dash of racy counts, this party would impress you too. This party was so perfect, it makes gala events you see on TV look cheesy. So, I report that it appears that some in Palm Beach have not particularly given a shit about the downturn. My friend DB points out that the test will be what happens after new years when the Society Pages look for Philanthropists to photo. Stay tuned. While most of my past New Year Eve parties have been less fancy, I did wear that expensive shirt I bought in Paris last June…it drew a few comments so my inner wardrobe fretting was quickly put to rest and made me feel somewhat better about that extravagant and unnecessary expenditure. The flowers that graced the buffet were stunning. I’m sure they alone cost more than 99% of the New Years Eve parties around the Globe. Fine Champagne was poured freely and the outdoor table was loaded with mounds of delicious foods that never ran out. A full complement of bartenders were making sure you were adequately over-served if necessary. They had it all, even shooters poured into a trench dug into an ice sculpture that said ‘2009’ so to be properly chilled before allowed to bother your lovely throat.

Lunch on Friday at Mar a Lago was stunning. I had never been before and after a simple lunch on the terrace with friends we took a gentleman’s stroll around the lavish grounds of the former winter home of Miz Merriweather Post, the cereal heiress. Hey, don’t fret if you were born without a kazillion…everybody can be a somebody in Bobbo’s world because it’s what you accumulate on the inside that matters most here.

I know people are hurting financially, and many are in denial of their lost wealth. No one knows how bad this one turns out to be. is all about someone that is very lucky, knows it and makes this effort to share it. One of my friends Dr. E. R. gives simple advice….’just keep smiling’. (he’s suffering from Parkinsons and a stubborn son that won’t talk to him). I say hell yes to that advice Doc. We’ll just deal with it, but let’s not be in denial, times is gonna be tough for awhile.

Island Hopping- Harbour Island to Manhattan Island

Allison’s birthday on Harbour Island, Bahamas was a blast with old friends, new friends, good wine, and some amazing sunsets. Harbour Island is a must see or must return to see. Have dinner at the Rock House and the Landing if you want to dine, grab a bite at Angela’s Star Fish anytime, and lunch at the beachside tables of Sip Sip and the Coral Sands. is a source to start your search.

The Ocean View hotel is amazing….no TV’s and frouns when you bring your laptop into the common area. “This is paradise, mon!”

My fishing guide appeared to be on something, but that didn’t stop me from hooking a bonefish. Ms. Lovie Breddux, my fishing companion for the day, enjoyed some lessons casting a spinning rig and laughing about anything.

I caught a near empty flight to NYC to enjoy ‘Young Frankenstein’, which is a great play if you’re looking to laugh a lot, and joined Kip and his brothers on their boat to cruise around, drink wine and eat lobster salad.

Cumberland Island

The magical Cumberland Island once again lures us to see the glistening sand on the deserted beaches. A full moon, fabulous low country boils and oyster roasts. Of course, plenty of red wine and cigars. We squeezed in the first annual meeting of M2TF.ORG too.

On the way home, you’ll see the wonderful Dairy Queen sign in McRae, Georgia. Our trip home included wonderful towns including Dublin, Gray, and Monticello.

New Years Key West

What ever is wrong with a trip to Key West? Not very much, especially when you get to do some fishing in between ‘Duval Crawl’s’. My friend JL is keeper of the Buffett empire along the old shrimp boat docks and was working hard to get the recording studio ready for the arrival of Jimmy and his new project, a performer from Africa. He let me inside to say hello to Jimmy, (see pic) who I’d not seen in quite some time. He had just flown in from St. Barts where he ‘had a blast’. He’s looking fit as ever in case you are wondering. I often hear, “Bobbo, you have the best life.” I figure it’s like this; first best gig going is Willard Scott, the next is Jimmy Buffett, and then ME!!

Fishing aboard the “Dos Locos” is interesting. The boat has one owner, three captains, no mate, no particular strategy, and a cooler full of Budweiser.

Brian was at his usual bartending gig at the Hogs Breath. Bubba the worlds greatest fisherman that acts like he doesn’t know how to bait a hook was recovering from the flu. Kerry and Diane hosted a New Years Day turnip and blackeyed pea buffet with fried chicken. Life is good down there, and I’m going back soon.